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POETRY
Heartwood
Do you see how I risk the ladder and the
chance of another freeze to prune at last our old pear tree? I am
not so sure of the rungs as I once was and cling for life with my
left hand while sawing with my right. The gaps left where I
lopped crooked limbs dead twigs I leave to spring to deep
roots with the promise of bud, branch, ring, heartwood.
-- Lou Masson Portland, Ore.
Old Socks
Old socks have forgiven you your ludicrous
bunion, the creepy feel of fungus caught at the pool, your slimy-toed
tennies, abandonment in the wet cycle, blood, ugh, the woof, woof,
woof of warped threads which threaten their integrity. Old socks
have warmed and cosseted you. They have borne the feet of the day. May
they finally rest in the peace of your regard. Bless old
socks, oh, my soul.
-- Margery Frisbie Arlington Heights, Ill.
The Not So Good Times
They gathered in little groups on waste land around
two wells the nomads were finally forced in. the drought had rounded them
up they who were by nature fully atuned to the silence of the
wilderness were forced to the edge of Babel the confusions hurt their
soft ears
the droughts were the worst ever helped on by urban
eco-damage camels, donkeys, goats dried-up and gradually died in their
tracks it was easy to find the way forward they just followed the dead
bodies of those too weak to continue on which was worse, the city or
death?
the government supplied some tents and one minimal issue of
dry rations for the rest they became scavengers in the twisted laneways
of the slums the city was the most alien concept here they live twix
shame and fear Lord have mercy on us they prayed the
God of all peoples is everlasting.
-- Pat Mohen East Victoria Park, Australia
August Fireworks
(for Sandy and Richard)
Summer stars light up
the timothy grass in the field, beckon little hands to capture them in
jars
while the August Perseids shoot at random through the
sky as we three lie on the hammock,
watch -- count -- ooh -- aah
-- giggle on a balmy night that will twinkle in our hearts
forever.
-- Karen Gillman Winslow, Maine
1999 in POETRY
2000 in POETRY
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National Catholic Reporter, October 27,
2000
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