Poetry of Kansas Here & Now, There & Then

The heat squeezes the house like the band man would his wheezy box.
Inside it, the husband and freckled boys shelter in the kind of scorched-dead slumber
that hems up the remnants of a day spent in the fields. It is an unexpected mercy,

this sleep, and it gives them the legs to go again before dawn cracks across

the backs of the limestone hills; it gives them an oasis to aim for when the afternoon
stretches long, close as they are here to the unblinking eye of the gods. A tree

or two wouldn’t be too much to ask, the woman thinks from the porch where a sea
used to live, as she rocks away midnight and the next hour and the next. She never looks
up: she has no need. She hums as she works by touch in the ocean of dark, stitching stars

firmly to flannel squares. They will be glad of an extra quilt come winter.

– Amy Nixon

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Comments on: "111. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Amy Nixon" (4)

  1. Hey Amy! Good job. I think you could have described my Mom’s growing up in KS. Not many hills around Toronto, KS just East of the Flint Hills. Victor Sullivan

  2. Amy, this is timeless and elegant.

  3. I admire much about this poem. It is very musical in a down-to-earth voice. I have come back to it three or four times. It sings a little bit more each time.

  4. Amy, your use of layered metaphors is phenomenal. Every few words, I look up in surprise. Do you have a chapbook out with your poems?

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