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Kinsua Woods
The Kinsua woods were overgrown
where the schoolhouse had been.
Splintered wood had vanished
into the jaws of beetles --
the sawdust of their tiny work
washed away by rain.
We drove off the two-lane
into an unmarked clearing
and stood outside the car.
Dad looked at a few stumps
like they were all that mattered.
"We met right here," he said.
I watched his eyes mist over
as the ghost of Mother rose --
in her white graduation dress
sashed with a pink ribbon,
before the world called.
~Teresa White
Nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and published extensively in print and on the Internet, Teresa's second book of poetry is slated for completion this summer. Visit her home page or
email her.
© 2000 by Teresa White. All Rights Reserved.
© 2000-2002 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.
This page updated April 23, 2002.