The city changes hourly
We’re not like that, we living things,
shining loss is now a thing to be praised.
Life might be so. Quick and neat. Calm
this morning, we know we saw radio waves
reunite with their shadows. The sky clouds.
Thunder distorts their words. Every day,
dirt prints on the kitchen floor.
There is no kindness compares to silence.
We are in love with the idea of trees,
and trees grieve their leaves far longer.
A bruise creeps up our big sky,
bent boughs beneath this ashen dusk.
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Maureen suggested a centro after yesterday’s hard work. So I lifted lines from Beth Adams (her prose is often poem), Kathleen Kirk by way of Dave Bonta’s poetry-book-a-day, Sherry Chandler, Joseph Harker, Dave Bonta, Jill Crammond, Luisa A. Igloria, Dale Favier, Catherine Fitchett, Carolee Bennett Sherwood, Dick Jones (whose first book is due from Phoenicia Publishing next week. Congratulations, Dick!) and James Brush. Do read the original text/poems, which are rich in image and meaning and heart.
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Some folks are participating in a Couplets blog tour, coordinated by Joanne Merriam of Upper Rubber Boot Books. Angie Werren will be sharing her micro-poetry space at feathers with other poets. Sherry Chandler is also participating. Do give a read.