The Red Dress

Precision_Farming_in_Minnesota_-_False_Colour_(part)From Theodore Worozbyt’s “The Red Dress,” a poem in the current issue:

At the Sound, the rocks were gray.
The rocks were gray against the water.
Rose quartz filled the yards, at dusk.
The needles rose and fell in the firs.
The noises from inside stayed quiet,
Music and steam. A brindle pit bull
Gave up barking, far away.
A hammer lay beneath the bed.

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