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Issue 4: Plans Change

Poetry in Motion

Issue 4: Plans Change

Poetry in Motion

September 12, 2019

From the pages of Issue 4: Plans Change


The Treeesome

In March then the sun comes close

and the snow begins her melt
We go to the beach,
listen for heron landing
the buzzing of        things.

A smell so close to the earth,
the fallen trees like soldiers fallen
for something        bigger.

I keep thinking. And that is the problem. 
When I cease in the activity of thinking 
it is all well, the water runs,
the shape of oceans
we know everything about,
without thinking.

As a body I’m restless
climbing hills in all weathers, 
hardly believing that Evil is a thing.
The snow a sparkle in the noonday sun
and bluebird, the sky a home for all fathers, 
feathers of bird skins, shluffing.

The dog lifts her paws and listens for danger.
It would not be a sacrifice to give her life 
for mine. She makes a point of it
to tell me this, writes a boundary around my 
body to say she is mine alone.
And I am hers. 
And life is being given.

Dog and woman         And God.

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