Poetry Porch: Poetry


Physiognomy of April
By Kathryn Liebowitz

Oh there she is
in the mirror—
Crafty, caught eyeing every stitch,
itemizing every hole
and missing button,
every crooked seam
and ragged cuff.
The caffeine riddled eyes
done with everything
stare back.

The physiognomy of April—
Generous, when it suits her,
unleavened and invisible.
A worm precedes her coming
and her parting’s seldom grieved
or even noticed.

Then it is evening
and morning of the next day,
and the face in the mirror
looks back at the room
behind the face in the mirror
looking back at the little supper.


Copyright © 2008 by Kathryn Liebowitz.