Light Blue

The white clothes on the line put the man to sleep. He was sitting on a soda case Leaning back on the porch. He rolled down his sleeves with his eyes shut. He could feel the sun going into the trees. He wanted to catch the evening ferry And meet someone across the river. He dreamed about her Putting polish on her nails. He was in the woods and many women Were walking around him in a circle. He thought about crosses in their blood. As it got to be night he could feel the heat in his face. He was going to open his eyes. And look up at the moon. It was like the light blue handkerchief She gave him to go with his dark suit. That’s when he felt the hot salt all over him Like broken glass. He was afraid to open his eyes. He wondered if he could use any words on it. But the big woman in the black dress Was already in the backseat of the car Rolling the window up with one hand And making a sign on him with the other. She was in the car, too. He saw her biting her nails when they pulled away. There was a dead snake on his shoes. He knew there would be a circle Of little beating hearts in his bed, And before he could get home They would be dry and still.