Lori Propheter

Four Poems

Conversation At

A grove
all around
a certain
kind of golden
a secret fuel
illuminated us
a river
rang out
his footsteps
there’s something I
haven’t forgotten

Again

We were
dangerous
all the time

the hunters
poured up into the air

the men began
to think of
dancing

you were
soon fast asleep

Master Of

You
rolled off him like water
before I
said
I did not want to
go
we followed
a mile
finally we arrived
to see
the basket she had brought for such things
they were
just his size

The Girl With

The
chains
at the top of the water
a ladder
dangling
faraway
first this road and then that
belonged to
her many times
sometimes trouble
comforted me