A PoetryEtc poet, Douglas Barbour,  has again extended, and deepened, one of my poems, Snapshot 02 June 02004.  Douglas’ poem stands well on its own, but I have reprinted my piece so you can see what inspired his (posted here with his permission.)  The first three stanzas are mine; the rest is Douglas’:

a week of grief      
and broken things      

but then the moon      
filled out round      

& this bright      
birdsong morning      

    —————-    

a forlorn denial  now one
week gone    the storm
of news & conversation
grief brings

and reminds us that all
broken promises promised
things would get better

but who said that    &
then who can believe
the same old stories   even the
moon goes through the motions now

filled with the usual cunning
out go stars
round that full light

& a line of flight makes
this night complicit   that
bright day rises to

birdsong  as if the
morning were really new