Home and the Homeless

By Elizabeth Woody b. 1959 Elizabeth Woody
The buildings are worn.
The trees are strong and ancient.
They bend against the grid of electric lines.
The windows are broken
by the homeless and the cold past.
I am home on the yard
that spreads mint, pales the Victorian roses,
takes into it the ravaged lilac tree.
The black bulk of plastic lies about
stopping unwanted weeds for the Landlord.
Tattered, the cedar tree is chipped to dry heaps of recklessness.
The unwanted spreads by the power of neglect.
The wear of traffic says that we are out of time,
must hurry.

Age, the creak in the handmade screen door fades behind itself.

Elizabeth Woody, “Home and the Homeless” from Luminaries of the Humble. Copyright © 1994 by Elizabeth Woody. Reprinted by permission of University of Arizona Press.

Source: Luminaries of the Humble (University of Arizona Press, 1994)

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Poet Elizabeth Woody b. 1959

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

Subjects Relationships, Home Life, Social Commentaries, Class

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An enrolled member of the Confederate Tribes of Warm Springs in Oregon, Elizabeth Woody was born in Ganado, Arizona. She studied at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and earned a BA in the humanities from Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, in 1991. Her collections of poetry include Hand into Stone (1988) (reprinted as Seven Hands, Seven Hearts), winner of the American Book Award from the . . .

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SUBJECT Relationships, Home Life, Social Commentaries, Class

POET’S REGION U.S., Northwestern

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