Snapshot Poems 2006
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Snapshot Poem 11 October 02006
Did you know that leaves don’t fall, but are pushed by their trees? The first grosbeak came today. I saw a tattered warbler dead on the trail. Do you think that absence casts a shadow? How tired I am, of getting up, of sitting down, of moving slowly through dense and un- forgiving days. Dreams… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 04 October 02006
The pond is filling with leaves, curled and tattered and gold. Wind shakes the gilding from birch trees; this neighborhood whispers with gossip of autumn. The news tells me my government lies. I mourn my lack of astonishment, seek comfort in Mozart and Bach. No consolation for me in illusions of faith and religion. These… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 27 September 02006
this morning smells of cinnamon, of nutmeg and nostalgia, the red sting of striped wasps and afternoon falling from the sky like maple like oak, a yellow day, tasting of lemons and the sharp songs of sparrows, a round day, an oval day, an egg day, the day takes shape around me but i am… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 20 September 02006
What I Don’t Write About My mother. This pain in my shoulder. This intertia that pins me to my bed. The way light passes through water on birch leaves. The quick, spotted cat watching the goldfish. I don’t write about you. Life is no place to be smart, you tell me. Not only do you… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 13 September 02006
I left my dreams behind on the sweaty sheets. Let them evaporate in the smoky air. Fires are closing in on us. This air shuts me out. Shallow, painful —the breathing. Ashes in my mouth. I sat with my neighbor on the deck, smoking cigarettes. She grieves her friend who died suddenly, full of cancer… Continue reading
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