Poetry
Prairie SpringEvening and the flat land,Rich and sombre and always silent;The miles of fresh-plowed soil,Heavy and black, full of strength and harshness;The growing wheat, the growing weeds,The toiling horses, the …
Where did these enormous children come from, More ladylike than we have ever been? Some of ours look older than we feel. How did they appear in their long dresses …
The property line melts into forest, its late winter browns speakAn unknown beast’s pelt; felled oaks hunch over like sleeping bears While beech and birch extend into ugly candid possum …
Heat of the blanket,cool of the pillow...long sunLow sun...the fact of flieson fernsTwo thumbsto the weave of the sock...cold sunCap and gown,she boards the bus...by the bumsBirdsong...squawk anxiousat the fire …