Winter 2005



Nancy Henry

On the way down the mountain,
he saw everything clearly:
sap in the wild clematis,
a scattering of opals among the common stones.
This is a country where he would have liked
to remain unrecognized.
When he encountered the woman
he said: do not tell anyone in the village
what you have seen. But they came,
from the weathered, boarded shacks,
from the personalized evil fevering each dusty
from the regions of desolation.
How could anyone provide bread
in such a lonely place?

Nancy Henry works in Maine as an advocate for people with mental illness; she also teaches college literature at Southern Maine Community College. She is co-editor and publisher of Moon Pie Press.



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