Sunday Jul 22

Steve Scafidi is the author of two collections from LSU Press: For Love of Common Words and Sparks From a Nine-Pound Hammer. Although he sometimes teaches poetry at Johns Hopkins University, mostly he works as a cabinetmaker. He lives in West Virginia with his wife and children.
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Madrigal for the Lady!

 
 
In the Walmart parking lot at last
   there she was—
the woman of my dreams
stumbling lost through a sunbeam.
 
The pace at which she moved was
   not so fast. All
the cars like shining
hills gleamed. So came the woman
 
of my dreams stumbling slowly
   through a sunbeam.
She had a look about her.
Like a woman from the Bible light
 
follows wherever she goes. Like that.
   She had sweat-pants on.
She had a red bra
in a sheer plastic bag. It was probably
 
two hundred degrees in all the locked
   hillsides it seemed.
Across the burning
asphalt—a little fat but in a good way—
 
was the woman of my dreams who
   walked among
the fiery hills shyly
smiling in the tunnel of a sunbeam.