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The Weight of Twig and Flower

The Weight of Twig and Flower

I am in the white world of dreams. The air, the surface I stand on, the surroundings are white. In this dream I am with my sister. There’s a white table in front of us. We have to give a presentation and we’re trying to plan it. There’s a white piece of Bristol Board...
Leaving Green

Leaving Green

People of eastern lush zonesaccording to Stegner*see many greensprairie people see only one but we have in our handsan expansive palette of brownsthe rust-brown slough-side dock we like to call fireweednear to matching the rich furry cattail seed headsthat fling their...
Divine Moment All Full of Geese

Divine Moment All Full of Geese

Lone goose pipes overhead, silent V comes winging two acres behind. I edge toward a pair of Canada Geese settled under a spruce tree near the Forestry Farm parking lot, speaking in low tones to assure them I come in peace. They’re a welcome sight after another...
Quarry

Quarry

You, once river-borne stone,glacially displaced, an erratic;found rest in this ancient swale.Cracked open like a sacrificesplit by rain and ice.Iron pins thorn your heart like aprairie rose. We bow in reverence,inhale the incense of sage breezes smudging you,a stoic,...
Mainly Birds

Mainly Birds

The morning my sisters phoned metold me she’d gone, I wentup and taught my class—last of the week    she’d have wanted me to—As I went to lock my bikeI heard a warbler andthere it was, yellowon its branch as nothing elseand I thought of her                         ...