Hometown for an Hour: Poems
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In her second collection of poems, Jennifer Rose writes primarily of places and displacement. Using the postcard’s conventions of brevity, immediacy, and, in some instances, humor, these poems are greetings from destinations as disparate as Cape Cod, Kentuckiana, and Croatia. Rich in imagery, deftly crafted, and imbued with a lightness of voice, these poems are also postmarked from poetry’s more familiar provinces of love, nature, and loss.
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Hometown for an Hour - Jennifer Rose
Alton Bay Postcard
to Becky Lillian
Sleep fills the houses like a gas.
Whatever flies were caught inside are curled up
on windowsills, filled with a small, dry sleep.
Real estate calendars yellow on August.
The bay’s snapshot-blue is just as deep
as when we stopped here thirty years ago—
do you remember? The Winnebago
Cabins beckon. Perhaps we could keep
house here a few weeks next summer.
That local girl we met has left to marry now,
I’m sure, but brings her children back. She’d know
they’re more like tourists now, who come here
but forget that, since in her heart the bay’s still hers.
Although we were just passing through,
the barbershop quartet sang songs I knew
and I loved her. This was my hometown for an hour.
Evanston Postcard
The elms are dead. The old library’s gone.
The war is over in Vietnam.
A sign mentions the Internet
so I can’t pretend it’s 1968.
The old library had a fireplace with real fires
all winter long. Different songs blare
from radios down at the lake.
Waves pound the beach like a migraine headache.
Do air-raid sirens drill still each Tuesday at ten-
thirty? I thought the garbagemen
were poor but they were only dirty. Petunias were
tornadoes planted by the neighbors
from Greece or Germany, some regime.
At least four countries called our block home.
That maple we planted when my brother was born
no longer swoons in the wind; it’s just blank lawn.
I didn’t know the P.O. was W.P.A.
How little I knew before we moved away.
I saw the garage where my mother died.
I don’t think she knew how her suicide
would change us. How little we remember.
Hometowns trap the past in tiny bits of amber:
the store where shoes were bought each fall; the township pool;
the heady smell of lilacs. Then comes the future’s wrecking ball.
I wander streets I walked down then but now
I’m her age, not ten, though I don’t know how
that happened. I dreamt this visit anyway.
The real town’s stopped, my own Pompeii,
when Chandler’s still sold Girl Scout outfits
and Field’s was open, making