Leaves & Rocks

In the spring, filled with ambition, I had my neighbor Dean bring me two big loads of stone & gravel from his property. He pulled up in his dump truck & dropped roughly six yards of the stuff at the top of my driveway, an amalgam of sand, gravel, fist-sized stones & a few eighty pound boulders. Where it sat all summer as I (slowly) worked on things indoors. There is a tough little weed sprouting from the top of the pile & now the leaves are beginning to fall & I'm going to have to move the stones, sand & gravel to their intended places around the yard. (I've got fairly precise plans for all of it. Plans are beautiful things.) I'm not as young as I once was, though I was lazy even when I was young. The weather is beautiful, I've got my work cut out for me. Realistically, I've got about two months, until the end of October. We'll see. Could happen.

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

1 thought on “Leaves & Rocks”


    Everything that changes
    is a lie in a weft of lies
    everything that moves
    away from itself

    not to be shattered by this
    not to be stupefied
    by it either though both
    must also sharpen

    in me and around me
    neither faith nor reason
    I wanted to go for a long walk

    if I could once tell the difference
    between joy and light
    don’t you think I’d say?

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