Sgroi – Drift

Drift (after Souster’s “The Six Quart Basket”)

she watched snow fall

a bushel cracking
its rounded wood agape,

collecting winter’s fruit
her children sang another
silent night

caught in seasons
away from chores
beckoning back to boiling pots
and baking chops—

not imagining,
one day her frozen face
in photos,     captured,
trembling body,
its own surprise of winter:

a fragile oak leaf
scatters fringes
across a broken basket

mute, alone
slowly filled with snow

Originally published in The Banister, Niagara Poetry Anthology, Vol. 31, with an honourable mention

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