Poetry

Poetry

Walking Flowers Home

The roadsides where I took my walk were solid, / almost, in September flowers, mustard-colored / sprays, purple spikes, and,… Donald Mace Williams
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A September Breakfast in the Piedmont

A grasshopper sat on my toaster today, / Looking puzzled yet nonchalant. Paul Murphy
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Sojourn

I am and am not Presbyterian, Unitarian, Quaker . . . Tammy Forner
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Driftless

They have discovered / the wreck of Amelia Earhart’s Electra, . . . John Minczeski
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Offer

Duct tape the lenses, put your glasses on. / Rope boat to boat beside a splintered bridge. Kristin Camitta Zimet
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A Query for Friend Fox

Did you ever laugh with joy, Friend, / at the beauty of God’s world, / the sheer extravaganza of it? Nancy L. Bieber
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Where Mothers Hung the Clothes

On a fall afternoon in my warm kitchen, I bake a frittata. / Fried onions, red potatoes, cream, cheddar, eggs Joyce Victor
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Watering the Crops

Tomatoes big as breasts, he brags, / raised in topsoil dung and peat. Gary Stein
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For Hildegard

Her twelfth season tending / to my garden, she turns the soil Joan Mazza
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Oranges

When my smell came back, I caught / a whiff of lapsang souchong steeping John Minczeski
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Garden Fires

In May I pulled away winter’s weeds, / spread manure, and fastened new Elaine Reardon
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Ollie Ollie 

Giggling, she runs from the family room couch / where I sit and count, both hands over my eyes. Carl “Papa” Palmer
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