Andrea Wyatt



The intimacy of a day of rain           

in August, the end of summer,

whose astonishing presence

moved from cell to bone, retina to heart.


This is the best summer we kept saying

to each other, to everyone we knew,

moving from sink to garden to telephone

laughing about our husbands and daughters.


Our daughters calling out

through the lengthening shadows,

the dark water, the aquamarine pool:

Mom! Watch me dive! Watch me! Watch me!


Our husbands lying beside us in soft yellow pools

of light, yours writing in his diary,

mine, updating his baseball charts,

and we think, god, don't let this summer end.

Andrea Wyatt was born in Brooklyn and now lives in Silver Spring, MD, with her husband, writer and critic Lansing Sexton. Her books of poems include Three Rooms (Oyez Press), Poems of the Morning, Poems of the Storm (Oyez Press), Founding Fathers: Book One (Llanfair Press), The Movies (Jawbone Press), Jurassic Night (White Dot Press), and Baseball Nights (Renaissance Press). She is coeditor of Selected Poems by Larry Eigner (Oyez Press), Collected Poems by Max Douglas (White Dot Press), and The Brooklyn Reader (Random House/Harmony).



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