For her the sun is setting
Long into the distance
And purple light is the messenger.
A blue sky, a deafening voice,
And a rose, a rose another reminder.
Purple, she pulls the shades to purple.
It is when God comes to her,
Whispering the hammers of paradise;
Her cheeks redden, eyes blue
And her heart no longer sings.
E.P. Schultz lives in the Driftless area
of southwestern Wisconsin.
He likes to drive Floyd, his tractor — yanking on
dead trees, pushing snow around, or just taking a ride so to remember. His work
has appeared in Chronogram, Sierra Nevada College Review, Heartlands, Hawk &
Whippoorwill, Haight Ashbury
Literary Journal, and others. His poem Were You The Winter? won second place Honorable Mention in the Mississippi Valley
Poetry Contest in 2008.