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The Dog, In The Presence Of Wolves
How fallen from them, their blood-matted fur, / eyes urine yellow and live with knowledge.
December 2009Selected Poems
— from “Wasp” | Why should I have to deal with so-called human beings / when I can be up on the roof / hammering shingles harder than necessary
December 2009In The Third Century B.C.
I’m growing fatter at each winter’s coming. / My wineglass filling up again / As I sit behind the wall of my garden.
November 2009Fictional Characters
Do they ever want to escape? / Climb out of the curved white pages / and enter our world?
November 2009Indra’s Net
We mothers meet on the playground, sun-hungry, / kicking at scabs of ice, / shuffling and bumping tired sentences against each other, / all too broken by winter / to say how things really are.
November 2009My Father’s Torso
It first appears in the guest-bath mirror, / beheaded and one arm missing / due to the angle I have of him / getting ready for his appointment.
November 2009Mitzvah On Saturday Morning
You’re on 14th Street headed west / to buy a new seat for your bicycle. / In Casper, Wyoming, a hospice nurse / backs her car out of your parents’ / driveway.
October 2009Delayed Reactions
After the hammer slams down on your thumb / or the hurtful word penetrates, / a stunned moment follows.
October 2009The Social Life Of Water
All water is a part of other water. / Cloud talks to lake; mist / speaks quietly to creek.
September 2009Sunday Morning Early
My daughter and I paddle identical red kayaks / across the lake. Pulling hard, we slip easily / through the water.
September 2009
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