From Issue 14: The Feather River

Kandie St. Germain
I remember it saintly,
a loom woven with granite,
its surface stenciled by a rocky bed,
once flecked with gold—
the sun a starry-eyed
reflection, Narcissus, perhaps,
looking for a lost solitaire,
loving what he saw:
the sublime geometrics
or a blurry malefic confession
freezing into a winter
of now and here—these
Joshua Trees and black vultures
halved by my backyard fence
from where I look,
pausing in this—
Kandie St.Germain’s a desert dweller and the author of *Closet Drama,* Bear Star Press, 2001. Her poems have most recently appeared in *Rattle* and *Willow Springs.*