The air is sweet with rain
drifting into the living room
where photos of us
sit on a bookshelf
while you are away
making money for
the mortgage we seem
to always pay late
because we bought eggs
and apples instead, because
we bought dough rising
to meet us in the old oven
of our love.

The air is sweet
today of you, my love, in our home,
where little boys became men,
who walk like you, gestural as
a Dürer, bold as a Matisse,
their becoming apart from you and me—
like the cells that divide again and
again into embryo and so on,
the halves of us becoming
exponentially better like
the coalescence of rain drops
making music on its own.

Jodi Corbett teaches writing and literature at Reading Area Community College, Reading, Pennsylvania. She holds an MA in English from Kutztown University. Her areas of study include twenty-first century literacies, multimodal writing, and Modern and Postmodern poetry. Her chapbook Fried Eggs and Un-edged Lawns (2006) is available through http://foothillspublishing.com. She has published poetry in Kutztown’s Shoofly and Essence. In addition, she has published poetry for the National Council of Teachers of English annual poetry month celebration and Lehigh Valley Literary Review.

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