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for John Lewis 1940-2020 I They rode out of the dark end of fifties America through Eisenhower’s departing mouth and squashed Jim Crow beneath the wheels of their Greyhound buses. Brave pioneers crossing a new frontier, they...

Bursting like blossoms After the first good rain In seven years, Tiny leaves grace A thousand slender branches. Like jade-wreathed fingers They stroke morning’s golden palm, Then stretch toward a new moon fleeing west – A...

You’re fired, kid. But these bus carts are decrepit! The wheels stick On every bump And it was crowded, too – A girl stepped in front of me, The one in the yellow bikini. Yellow bikini; right. Besides, the snack bar didn’t...

Or is it the pillow, Rumpled, crumpled, On our bed’s far side? The bumps look familiar Though they aren’t snoring – I see no head, But she burrows. A tendril of scent Pulls me from beneath the pink Comforter –...

A king’s heavy robes are not as stately as this owl’s thickly feathered wings. The curves of its beak hook in an elegant and deadly point. It crunches, with abandon, on the skull of a small- boned animal, or a crooked...

in memory of the Estonian poet Alexis Rannit Cellist, bowing the strings— touch of fingers giving wings to the sound opening out from the heart of the wood.

for Christine Cote Sunny morning here but nearly went down to freezing again last night. The geraniums on the stone bench we just put out are struggling but we’re hoping the radiant warmth will restore them. We’ve...

For Sue Ellen Pector Another twelve months came and went quickly. Bone-numbing restaurant freezer chill penetrates the house walls. Time to switch on the pivoting electric Lasko© heater. January 1st is here. Fireworks and...

After Truth Comes Out Of Her Well by Jean-Léon Gérome. Unsightly To look at, Unbearable To listen to, Easy To avoid For a moment, The shamed one Without clothes Scales up Protruding stones On the encircling wall, Climbs toward...