by Zara Raab
After Sunset on Plum Island,
a painting by Paulette Demers Turco
You do not deign to bend your gaze to us
this hour, for we are nowhere to be seen,
neither our paper dragon kites,
nor our planes sky-writing summer greetings
displayed like icing on a cake–
no, you don’t herald your infinity
today as you do when cloudless and clear.
Instead, a rosy froth fills your inverted bowl
with hints of lilac, strawberry and plum.
How earth holds you, hovering there above!
Where water wears down rock, the Merrimack
moves slowly onward through dense, mauve-green woods.
At the horizon, mountains speak to us;
how far we’ll fly tonight once we arrive.