This poem is taken from PN Review 261, Volume 48 Number 1, September - October 2021.
Three Poems
An Ecology
Dry Maine pine
needle
dropped
late
Leadbetter’s
August afternoon
into the open
spine
– undislodgeable –
of my own
Collected
hardcover
Niedecker.
Inkling
Open field. Late sun.
White kite riding the thermals.
In the field, no shadow
and my shadow run.
...
Dry Maine pine
needle
dropped
late
Leadbetter’s
August afternoon
into the open
spine
– undislodgeable –
of my own
Collected
hardcover
Niedecker.
Inkling
Open field. Late sun.
White kite riding the thermals.
In the field, no shadow
and my shadow run.
...
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