Poetry

Poetry |

“Juvenilia”

“She found the bird beneath the tree. It was a kinglet, / ruby-crowned, a juvenile. Stiffened by the time it took / to find it, fledging dropped from the numbered nest.”

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“Souvenir From the Gone World”

“I asked the address / of his childhood home // and was told, It’s on Second Avenue — / You go down a little hill, / then half way up a hill …”

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“By Rote”

“An oak tag string of ABCs   / Block style hangs above the blackboard.  / Chalk dust tinges the letters of the law.  / Diligently, a small girl copies …”

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“Felled Oak”

“For you, an eyesore, for me, an object / of light and form dignified by age // and trust, weathered or beaten, but there — / as if it would have reason to stay, // as if I had cause to see it as lovely.”

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“Summer, So Full”

“falcons coasting / on updrafts, / bougainvillea in bloom / and the dark high-res / glimmering indigo …”

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“Today My Mother Called to Apologize”

“Nothing else — she wanted to hang up / immediately after. She is 92. I am 64. / When I was 3, she put me in a diaper / to punish me for an accident.”

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Poems from “The Lisa Sequence”

“… The last hour waiting / for clemency that does not come, telephone deadly still, petition / ignored.  Last shifting its meaning from final to endure.”