Any Common Desolation –Ellen Bass
can be enough to make you look up
at the yellowed leaves of the apple tree, the few
that survived the rains and frost, shot
with late afternoon sun. They glow a deep
orange-gold against a blue so sheer, a single bird
A Debris Field of Apocalypticians –A Murder of Crows – Dana Levin
The fact of suffering is not a question of justice.
Belief in God is not a disease.
Our father projections met and disaster ensued.
Earth is our only time machine.
One Time – William Stafford
When evening had flowed between houses
and paused on the school ground, I met
Hilary’s blind little sister following
the gray smooth railing still warm from the sun
with her hand; and she stood by the edge
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the
greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
—FEDERICO GARCÍA LORCA
Last night we were free —-the moon—you—me.
Our lips of spiced cinnabar burned through the dark
and in barefoot abandon we dove into the sea.