Ekphrasis: The Mowers (When Hearts Beat as One)
There are times you long for the sepia'd world. The gentle shift of the swinging blade cutting cleanly the tall, falling grasses rhythms aligned: your pounding heart, salty rivulets running to the point of your clockwork elbow the sound of her labouring breath behind you tall backed, beautiful in her gathering beautiful in her releasing the sweet smell of the ripe and fallen hay beautiful in the glance over your damp shoulder and catching the air around her alive with dust, pollen every mote afire in the low, late and golden sun and you, cutting cleanly when this is all the work there is to do in the world to swing true, keep your rhythm cut cleanly, gather quickly hearts beating, ahead of the coming, the darkening the ending sky. There are times we long for our sepia'd world but do we ever know it when we are in it. Ryan Warren Ryan Warren lives with his family in the San Francisco Bay Area. His poetry and other writings have previously appeared or are forthcoming in Lost Coast Review, Wilderness House Literary Review, The Mindful Word, Anchorage Daily News, U.S. 1 and Plum Tree Tavern.
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November 2023
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