SNOW IN SEPTEMBER
There was Iowa, then Texas across
the gulf of Mexico, hoisting into Illinois. There was
Nebraska and Minnesota, melted by noon. And there's always Italy. Then
there was you, a slender burst of splendor quieting my heart into
a hydrangea. Quieting the quicker night into a slow Miles Davis,
into a light American Spirit, into lines pirouetting
an Olson poem. Quieting birds into
spokes of a bicycle, into sips of warm water, into shoulders softening,
into liberated limbs, into an unsheeted bed. Outside, the unheavy hum
of passersby presses flower-packed front porches— white pansies
and daylilies hemming our hemispheres with honeyed
halcyon. Down dim lit streets, I watch you turn
dainty with the dark.
Noor Shahzad is currently an MFA candidate at University of Massachusetts Boston, where she is studying poetry. Between classes and writing, she works as a teaching assistant at 826 Boston, a non-profit youth literacy program for underserved students.
Previous Poem Table of Contents