Two Poems by Meg Stout (Poetry ’20)

Yard Sale

Spring light was thicker then:
supple, gelatinous, falling
over the forms of what lay

under the lilacs
where the block had cracked
in the driveway—toys,

games, clothes carefully spread
by mothers and tagged
with each one’s careful

cost. First the early risers:
feet tromping the morning
dew, hands turning over and over,