Category: Poems
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Half dead
Yearling fanscling to maple branches New growthevicts them
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Tamarack
Toploppedarmswide Fine needlespaint the sky
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Only air
after The Remains by Mark Strand I find myself lighter, floatingThe shoes have no meaning. I have left the roadI do it again in the morning,I recall who he was. I wonder where he’s gone. One year spills into anotherThey are breath in the wind, I empty itThey roll the hills, older than I.She empties…
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He had hair and teeth/Already
after Letter from the Summer House by Oksana Zabuzhko Because yesterday, only nine days old, he shouted,“Turn off the sky!”, and hasn’t said a word since.Today, I heard his lame legs dragging in the garden. Only ten days old, his eyes danced through my windowassessing, his mouth gaped like a landed pike’s. The town women call him “filthy”,…
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Earth births blue rosettesFootprints sew dust,a week-old fuss Caracara skycasts hungry shadowswho seek seam’s end Bull skull digs its graveEarth climbs wind andmote waves hide feet His prints erode, filledHis thread’s worn throughHe spins on cloud,but birds won’t follow
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P.A.
It’s quiet, until it isn’tfun, until it isn’tfine to grow up in, butjust until it isn’t Introverted winterunassuming springodd little summera funny fall – ing It’s reserved, until it isn’t.Anxious, too.Approachable, not even.Honest, but not for you.