So, I’m hoping to get in on the open poetry reading tonight at Bear Pond books. It’s all done by lottery now, a policy which seems to have lowered the number of participants, since its institution a couple of years ago. Crossing my fingers… Meanwhile, here are some new poems.
Jackrabbit
Jackrabbit sits
On your breastbone
Skitters across ribs
Does nothing to bring solace – alone
You press sweaty palms to cool linoleum
And cry…
Black out poem from a page in “Summer Girls,” by Mary Alice Munro
From the west
Across heaven
Straight to the edge,
Her heart
Clutched
Leaped
Leaned…
She almost lingered there,
Stopped at the edge,
Called,
Called out,
She said,
“Oh!”
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