Snapshot Poems 2005
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Winter Monday
A waft of garlic seeps into this sunroom from my neighbor’s kitchen. Chickadees and nuthatches flit up and down up and down from the limbs of the lilac tree. Sun spots dingy snow. The budgies watch from their cage without longing. Continue reading
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Snapshot 07 December 02005
The pond is frozen over, fountain bubbling beneath a crown of thick ice. A friend brings food and a red poinsettia. She tells me bluebirds have returned to the river. This garden is a dance of sparrows, chickadees, finches, juncos ~ and each day, a visit from the hawk. I shop for long underwear and… Continue reading
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Snapshot 23 November 02005
Night Fog As the air becomes visible all that we think of as real blurs and fades, recedes into greyness. There is only this moment, one step in any direction. Frost delicate and cold on every branch and leaf — deathly ornament. Morning brings a thin and stingy snowsifting the fog away. Three crows fly… Continue reading
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Snapshot 16 November 02005
Sometimes the skyis a van Gogh sky. OnceI saw a dragon there.Yesterday in Thailandthe people sent lanternsup into the night skywith all their sinsand sadness. Whatis my share of the sinsof our leaders? Is therea lantern for that? Tonightthe moon is full and the skyis thick with snow; falling starsfor all the burning children. Continue reading
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The Day of the Dead 1 November 02005
This morning I woke to the smell of winter,thinking of you searching for hope. Where are you looking? In the bodies of women who are strangers to you. In rice fields and temples; in classrooms and markets; in the dangerous sea. Though this valley is bare, the mountains hide in a thin veil of snow.… Continue reading
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