Tim Amsden – Even Rottweilers Sing
The grass doesn’t love me though I nursed it, fussed over it in
the night like baby asparagus. Even trees show flexibility but I
can’t be expected to twitter with cowbirds, give doves milk,
carry nuns in my brain. I’m from Wichita, for God’s sake.
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Ogden Nash – For Frances
Geniuses of countless nations
Have told their love for generations
Till all their memorable phrases
Are common as goldenrod or daisies.
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Mahtem Shiferraw – Nomenclatures of Invisibility
My ancestors are made with water—
blue on the sides, and green down the spine;
when we travel, we lose brothers at sea
and do not stop to grieve.
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We went back to our quiet lives, & displaying our marigold spirit we prepared for the strangers that would inhabit Cape Cod. Look at us in our handsome waistcoats, they said as they arrived, graybeards with ruffled collars.
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