Adam Fieled (editor, Philadelphia, Pa): "Sonnet for Mary Walker Graham"

Grape soda in the fridge;
wind, out of Eleusis, shut
the door. Our clothes came
off; your limbs spun like

spokes. I peered outside; it
was light. New Hampshire
summer sun, four a.m.
Bubbling, we made love.

You were Dickinson with
guts, a tattoo. I was John
Keats. Now Philly moves
me less than grape soda.

Wind spreads toxins...Emily,
Emily, no complaints. I saved the bottle.


c. Adam Fieled 2005