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Erika Dreifus


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For three weeks after the autumnal equinox
the sun still burns strong, the air still steams.
Global warming, we agree. At last comes the day
that dawns dull. Overcast. Walking to work,
or to lunch, we feel the wind nibble,
the atmosphere edge toward the eruption
that comes midafternoon. At five o’clock
the downpour soaks my shoes as I step
into the street on my way to my sister’s apartment.
Ten floors above First Avenue, my niece
has abandoned her perch before the television
and stands at the balcony door. Together,
we watch the rain pelt the ground and study
the charcoal sky. My niece presses four-year-old palms
against the glass. "Poor Sun," she says.


This poem first appeared in The Christian Science Monitor.
Used here with the author’s permission.

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Erika Dreifus lives, works, and writes in New York City. Her short-story collection, Quiet Americans, was published in early 2011. Erika is a Contributing Editor for The Writer magazine and Fiction Writers Review and and has taught for Harvard University, the Cambridge (Mass.) Center for Adult Education, and the low-residency MFA program in creative writing at Lesley University. She is also the editor of The Practicing Writer, a wonderful newsletter jampacked with news and helpful resources. Learn more about her at http://www.erikadreifus.com.

Quiet Americans
by Erika Dreifus
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Post New Comment:
Erika D.:
Thank you all for the kind comments!
Posted 10/18/2011 06:45 AM
jetty4me:
The simple truth of childhood is so appealing, so honest. Enjoyed this poem so much.
Posted 10/17/2011 01:39 PM
KevinArnold:
I love the unexpected jump to the clear-thinking mind of a four-year-old. Poor Sun indeed.
Posted 10/17/2011 07:38 AM
Kay Sanders:
You've mirrored Wisconsin almost exactly these post-autumnal-equinox days! And those last two lines--so astonishing, so poignant.
Posted 10/17/2011 07:13 AM


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