Poetry

Amidah (Standing Prayer)

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On the path to the river,  nature’s rarest colors:  cadmium. Blue that once meant holiness. White here stands for  cool observation:  telephone wires ruled…

Keys for a Crown

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I stopped, stunned by flower- shrine—hidden, not shy— my companions, unenraptured, pulled us past. Could any see Tall stalks—rope tying keys to the papal…

Two Poems

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Redbud Flamingo-beaked buds open on bare branches. Pollen-drunk, the long-tongued bees  mount bright blossoms. Startled,  petals burst pink against a blue sky. Only after…

Two Poems

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“Why We Need Ponds” To break the monotony of crops we need ponds to be, on our home places, the eyes that never close…

Tree Meditation

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This wide, aged dogwood blooms with the ivory of old teeth. Last year, a flock of cedar waxwings vanished  among new leaves and  fading…