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Wild animals, come to the porch

May 13, 2013

by Rosemary Starace

to feed me. Oh please me
with your animals,
give your raccoon her mask,

play harp
in the dark, in the dark, in the spider

corners of the porch—
Your fingers!
and the columns, wrapped
in a tangle of yelps
and vine,
bring down the melodious roof.

Oh don’t so admire,
don’t add to desire,
oh weight of desire,
heaviest of moons,
what do you ask?

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Rosemary Starace (website) lives in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, a small city in the middle of a big, hilly forest. She’s the author of Requitements and co-editor of Letters to the World: Poems from the Wom-po Listserv, with Moira Richards and Lesley Wheeler. Her work has appeared in Orion, Blueline, Studio, and elsewhere, including other issues of qarrtsiluni.

  1. May 13, 2013 at 6:17 pm

    This is an invitation that beckons me to my own porch. Sigh. It touches me.

  2. CrimsonCrow
    May 13, 2013 at 9:08 pm

    Ah, my Ro. They do feed us, do they not?

  3. Anonymous
    May 14, 2013 at 9:03 pm

    Carol, thanks. There is nothing like a porch! Crow, they do indeed.

  4. May 14, 2013 at 9:06 pm

    Ugh, I didn’t mean to be anonymous!

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