I walk the back road past
the old cemetery hidden among trees.
It helps to see the rain, to hear it
on oak leaves small as hands
with acorns in their palms,
The bleakness lifts a little.
A large stand of bamboo appears—
incongruous in Pennsylvania woods—
like something from a dream.
And behind it, a house. I imagine
the people within: a man, a child, a woman
who looks like me, lying awake at night,
silent in the onrushing darkness.
GF Boyer’s poems have appeared in a number of publications, including The Southern Review, Prairie Schooner, Poetry Northwest, RHINO, and upcoming in The Midwest Quarterly. Among other awards, she won an Academy of American Poets Prize and the Theodore Roethke Prize. She has an MFA from the University of Washington, and she works as a freelance poetry editor and creative writing instructor.