{"id":1439,"date":"2012-01-01T17:21:06","date_gmt":"2012-01-01T17:21:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1439"},"modified":"2012-01-05T01:33:25","modified_gmt":"2012-01-05T01:33:25","slug":"william-ogden-haynes-0112","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/william-ogden-haynes-0112\/","title":{"rendered":"William Ogden Haynes, 01\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"

Exposure<\/strong><\/p>\n

Through the transparency
\nOf bare wall studs
\nYou can see
\nThe burgundy Carpathian rug,
\nCovered with a snowfall
\nOf burst stemware,
\nAnd a doll slumbering
\nIn the pink insulation
\nWith one eye open.
\nYou see an electric bill, a photograph of a soldier,
\nA child\u2019s bicycle, a yellow chenille bathrobe,
\nAnd a maple coffee table with two legs,
\nStrewn on the kitchen floor,
\nForming a collage of life as it was,
\nBut hopelessly out of order.
\nThe metal roof folds through tree branches
\nLike perverse origami
\nAnd the green carpet is turned back
\nLike a breaking wave
\nCarrying flotsam from a sunken ship.
\nA house
\nIs taken down to its skeleton;
\nA family
\nIs opened like a ribcage,
\nIts heart
\nExposed to the world.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Realization<\/strong><\/p>\n

I remember
\nClear and pure as a diamond,
\nThe October morning
\nAt age ten,
\nWhen I first discerned
\nA pattern to life and death.<\/p>\n

I rose early
\nAnd slipped quietly down to the lake.
\nYears before,
\nGrandpa and I laughed together
\nIn that same cove
\nFloating on inner tubes,
\nDrinking Budweiser and Hires root beer.
\nBut that morning,
\nGrandpa was drinking coffee with a realtor
\nIn the small screened porch.<\/p>\n

Hazy sunlight
\nShone on fallen apples
\nWet with dew,
\nBut already a home to worms.
\nThe breath of fall was ripe with the smell
\nOf smoke from the cabin chimney,
\nBarely masking the scent of decaying earth,
\nDamp hay and mushrooms.
\nAutumn leaves swirled down
\nFrom live oaks and maples that were lush
\nAnd green only a few weeks before.<\/p>\n

My golden retriever, Bo, used to fish
\nWith me and chase the Frisbee.
\nTen years before, I had picked him
\nFrom a tangle of puppies
\nBecause of his energy and gentle nature.
\nWhen he saw me he would always
\nrun to my side and lick my hand.
\nBut that morning Bo preferred
\nlaying in the warmth of the wood stove.
\nAnd I noticed for the first time,
\nthat his only greeting
\nwas the rhythmic thumping of his tail
\non the kitchen floor.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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