darkening sky
a plague of grackles scatters
then gathers again………………………………………………….Willie
against the white lawn
frost-blackened figs…………………………………………………..Bill
someone else playing
someone else’s piano…
au clair de la lune……………………………………………………Melissa
with my good hand
uncreasing the photograph………………………………………..Sandra
in a church fresco
the Devil falls separate
from all the others……………………………………………………Bill
too small to house worms
so many green apples………………………………………………….Bill
a raffish display
his hot pants and spandex
lead the parade…………………………………………………….Willie
launching a rubber band at me
she misses again…………………………………………………….Melissa
a tarte au chocolat,
a steaming pot of tea
and this poem……………………………………………………..Sandra
wild plum blossoms
in the garden gone to ruin…………………………………………….Willie
all legs and tails
three newborn lambs
tumble out of the sack…………………………………………………..Sandra
past the old landslip
he thinks how it must have been……………………………………..Bill
without another word
one more sake;
the mattress comes to me………………………………………………Joseph
try and explain kapok
to a kid who doesn’t care……………………………………………… Sandra
inked above his heart
the tattoo reveals
a floating world…………………………………………………….. Willie
narratives in sparks
climb up the chimney……………………………………………………..Sandra
tarnished moon the colour of this wooden floor…………………. …Bill
the last note of the hymn
an owl’s hunting cry………………………………………………………..Sandra
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Melissa Allen, Wisconsin, USA
Bill Dennis, Pennsylvania, USA
Joseph Mueller, Vermont, USA
Sandra Simpson, Tauranga, New Zealand
William Sorlien, Minnesota, USA
Composed at Issa’s Snail, October 14 to December 2, 2012
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A Hundred Gourds 2.2, March 2013
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Nice to see this again with a fresh eye.
Indeed. Shit, that reminds me I owe you a verse of something again…