December 22, 2021 by The Citron Review
by Alexander Lazarus Wolff
Far out, on the precipice of perceptibility, where the hills rise to meet the horizon and the pines lean into the dying fire of dusk, lay a prairie in which Rose, in lace, braves the briars, the heat, to gather strawberries, returning to the group clustered under the poplar tree. Upon reconvening, the leader spoke of betrayal—the strawberries mildewed, and six people recoiled like an adder after striking; but I tell you what he said was nothing new to me, I have heard the words of others, the promises, implode and shatter like wine glasses—and so certain was I of the quietude that would come as the sun’s scorn receded, as the night froze the wind to a stillness, stopping the grass swaying, as the voice disbanded, and trailed towards the moon’s fragile crescent. It was only then that I realized I no longer heeded his sermon; nor did Rose need to turn towards the leader as amber crested over the horizon and say, “Thank you. I know now what you mean.”
Alexander Lazarus Wolff is a student at the College of William & Mary. His work has been published or is forthcoming in The Best American Poetry website, Black Fox Literary Magazine, South Florida Poetry Journal, Main Street Rag, Serotonin, and elsewhere.