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Christmas Eve

April 28, 2008 1 comment
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Confession

April 22, 2008 3 comments

Forgive me
they were delicious

—William Carlos Williams

Like Williams and his plums, meat
turning to sugar under skin, I confess

my sin: I’ve eaten the apples
that ferment in tall grass, abandoned

when the life fell out of the place.
With the first cold days, at night

they freeze, then thaw a bit by noon,
last warmth of October

drawing these few incorrigible bees
who still bother to venture across

this rotting round globe.

by Todd Davis

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Last of December

April 1, 2008 2 comments
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Couturier

January 31, 2007 1 comment
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Even Here

January 23, 2007 1 comment

In the woods wake-robin nods
………. its dark red head and dreams of days
……………….. grown longer, leaving less time
………………………… for sleep; foam flower and violets

towel heavy dew from the backs
………. of their leaves, modesty always
……………….. in mind; and bear begin to move about
………………………… in this new warmth, nosing beneath

fallen logs, rubbing the last of winter’s
………. wooly-itch against beech and red oak.
……………….. At the bottom of the hollow, a sow,
………………………… who nursed her cubs through the dark

months of closed eyes, peers into
………. the streambed, sees in her own
……………….. urgent reflection the movement
………………………… of native brook trout, the hunger

of her patience. Before she can
………. capture the first, her cubs, like any
……………….. young, come splashing, spoiling
………………………… the quiet of the pool.

by Todd Davis (also here)

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