Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas
Not Alone
A black stone floats in the two lovers’ lips
I am not at all alone today
the grass leaning against a stone
a grackle wanders among tobacco colored leaves
the sound of a river pulling boats
In the distance
someone is unbuckling a grey head
but the lovers are persuing
the mountain in the fingertips
Alan Britt is a poet whose recent books include Vegetable Love (March Street Press, 2009) and Vermillion (Bitter Oleander Press, 2006). (updated 6/2010)