Postcard from a Waterless Lake by Lisa Matthews,
I listen to the sound of rotor blades
above my head,
as the Coastguard conducts a sweeping
search, for the freshwater and where it has gone
In the dustbowl of the lake,
a woman walks a dog,
her feet angled over compacted sand,
rippled by water. Gone.
That is your heart. Empty.
When it could be so full.
Write to me. Please. Write to me.
"Lisa Matthews is an immediate and distinctive poet; her tone can be passionate, witty, or dislocating by turns. She draws you effortlessly into very human, very complex atmospheres and moods - a rare skill."