Snapshot Poems 2008
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Fire
09 July 02008, Missoula, Montana, USA Mount Sentinel is on fire, and the Constitution is burning,ignited by leftover Independence Day fireworks and fear-brand patriotism. One white helicopter dips water from the Clark Fork, carries it to the line of orange flame. People stand on the river trail, commiserating with one another. Our crews are thin,… Continue reading
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Snapshot Poem 02 July 02008
Where I used to live, light will be embracing this day all the way around. Here, where I live now, light is shorter, night longer, days waver less noticeably. Again and again I dream of moving. Places strange and familiar; neighbors oddly unknown. Today one of the young squirrelstook bread from the feeder and came… Continue reading
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“Why cut your hair?”
It pulls so heavy, so long it’s a hindrance to sitting. Up, it brings headaches; down, a tangle and no one but me to brush it out. No one lifts it but me, no other hands hold it. Braided, I’m a matron; knotted, a librarian. Some other woman or child, bald from illness and its… Continue reading
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June Moon
Rose Moon, open. Strawberry Moon, fill our mouths with sweetness. It is the month of marriage, weddings under arches, long dresses and dress coats. Women marry men, men marry men, women marry women, inconstant humans promising constancy, forgetting how you fade, how you pass from fullness to absence; from promise to amnesia. Bless these brides,… Continue reading
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10 June 02008 Snapshot Poem
Photo by Bonnie Sue Pinkerton I wake this June morning to storm warnings, white caps on the mountains, dogs curled warm against my knees. Even with the dogs, this bed is too wide, too cold. The sky darkens and snow falls into the valley. I comfort myself with cappuccino. Tomorrow is your… Continue reading
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