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On a Thursday, Like Any Other Day, I Try to Take Good Care of Things

October 27, 2011

by Penelope Scambly Schott

Before I switch on the evening star,
I azure the top of the sky.

Like the yellow street light outside my house,
the star floats in dark blue.

Before I azure the top of the sky,
I tint the horizon deep orange.

High clouds smooth to a darker blue
and the lawns in the town drink cool.

Before I stain the horizon orange,
I darken the snowy mountain.

The glow in the west heads for the ocean
where foam glints crimson.

Before I gray the white mountain,
I roll the hills into their beds.

The glaciers slow in their icy hollows
and dream how to flow like rivers.

Before I put the hills to bed,
I tuck in the ripening wheat.

Each kernel sleeps in its head
while the stalks wave in the fields.

Before I kiss the wheat goodnight,
my hands grow paddles for winnowing.

All afternoon I have tasted sunlight.
Tonight in my sleep I will taste bread.

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Penelope Scambly Schott has published several books, most recently Crow Mercies from Calyx Books (2010). This poem is from a series she’s working on called “Lovesong for Dufur,” about a small town in central Oregon.

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  1. October 27, 2011 at 5:45 pm

    I sat down at the computer with a down-turned mouth. Now I am smiling. Thank you, Penelope.

  2. Louisa
    October 27, 2011 at 7:04 pm

    What a wonder of a poem, Penelope

  3. Ann Fisher-Wirth
    October 27, 2011 at 7:14 pm

    That’s lovely. Super!

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  5. Nancy Turner
    October 29, 2011 at 1:03 am

    Such a comforting poem, like Goodnight Moon is a comforting story for children. I too shall dream peacefully, having tucked the universe to bed. Thank you!

  6. Deb
    October 29, 2011 at 1:23 am

    Can hardly wait to read the rest of this series. (Crow Mercies is a fabulous collection.)

  7. January 25, 2012 at 2:20 pm

    A lovely surprise (and yet not so surprising) ending! Enjoyed this poem very much, Penelope! Love the repetition and diction.

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