|Chapbooks, a poetry card, and a rock.|
Weeding the Duchess: a Cartoon by Sarah Maclay. Black Stone Press, 1979.
Asleep, she looks like a shrimp.
The Glow by Robert Wrigley. Owl Creek Press, 1982.
Now there are no fireflies. Once
there were, and we caught them. Children, our white sweater glinting
in the dusk, chasing after other children.
They seemed that way, children
or the very old, dottering in slow flight.
A Mirror to the Safe by Greg Keeler. Limberlost Press, 1997.
Come to the water," they say,
"where gravity means sound."
Ah, the ghosts lift
their necks from drinking,
and their eyes burn softly
--from "A Small Death"
The Donkeys Postpone Gratification by Corinne Demas. Finishing Line Press, 2009.
The leaves of the shag bark maple
glowed hot red against pale sky
then fell. Red stars, everywhere
The donkeys waked on the
--from "The Donkeys in October Wind"
Reading the Weather by Bonnie Cochrane Hirsch. Confluence Press, 1982.
The crow sings his own song in his own tree.
His song is black silence. More sound would be
one flake on a snow drift. The starling throng
proclaim that all the other trees belong
to starlings. The squirrel, the absentee
landlord of the elm, is now a refugee
--from "Crow Rondeau"
"In Montsouris Park" by Carolyn Pettit Pinet (a card not a chapbook in this case...)
They say the French
grope for each
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