Merry Summer Solstice!

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Sunday, April 14, 2013

More April-ness!

Early April

Helpless to the spinning world around me…
-Rebecca Marcus

The cyclists can’t help seeming self-important
and the daffodils can’t help interloping
on the edges of dark gardens; the shaggy birches
can’t help tending them in peeling robes
and the purple crocuses can’t keep from clashing
with the orange noise of birds; the spring
can’t help its interruptions and the morning
can’t help its illusion of beginning again
beginning, and the wanderer can’t help
squandering the dimes of her small fortune
or wish the morning could be the first line
of a drawing her daughter began again; what if
this was our first day, Becky, and the bulb
of the heart humming in frost all those months
came up as you were riding by, the orange
birds requesting your attention and the first light
falling on your dark eyes, knowing it was good?

Jessica Greenbaum


This Moment
A neighbourhood.
At dusk.

Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.

Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.

But not yet.

One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.

A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.

Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark. 

Eavan Boland

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