Monroe, N.C., Summer 2012 for Ryan

Monroe, N.C., Summer 2012 for Ryan – Emily Holland

It’s hot again, humid enough
that leaves produce
their own water, translucent

pearls slide and curve around
veins and midribs. There’s
mist in the air, sparkling

mottled light. My feet crunch
on the same path we walked
years ago; the deer bones you found

now stark white, no flesh or flies
remaining after the decay. Remember
how we planted marigolds

six years ago, not realizing
they’d only last a season. Watch
how I come back each year,

new blossom in hand and lay
it to rest where the others have been.