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Moving Words 2004 Poems

Out for a Walk

My feet are as two horses
arching and stretching in the soft restraint
of the sandals, impatient, ardent for any road,
for brown dust or hard clatter
of asphalt. Out go the feet, flexing,
dragging the rangy bones, the parchment
skin, the slack belly and the clenched jaw -
hating the load until they feel
the keen heart and its bright red traces.

Wells Burgess


Autumn in Arlington Hospital

I missed the leaves falling this year.
I raked the blue mums in my curtains,
kicked my feet free to catch the chill.
The told me, the moon hung heavy
along the horizon across the hall.
I never saw the sun thin into December.
I studied the yellow wallpaper,
bordered with pink embryos.
As the year let go of its color, I held onto you,
and took solace in the shadow of a V swooping south.

Lisa Hurwitz


Crush

It arrives as a train might,
bursting forth
from some unknown place,
rush of car after car.
You are struck still,
feeling the whistle
blow through you
as your hair whips before your eyes,
adrenaline hissing through your veins.

Michelle Mandolia


Cats

A cat's silence is pervasive as incense as it sits
after dinner by the back door. Soon, a human
is impelled to open the door, hold it wide
while the cat yawns, sniffs the night and decides
he will take a stroll since the door is open,
sure the world and we will wait for his walking.
After dark, we too place ourselves by a door
and go confidently out into sleep with the same
careless assumption: our housing will let us back in
on our return, that the world we know waits for our waking.

Hilary Tham


Ephemeral

he writes
his name
on every
strand of
her hair
and then
he
leaves
her

Bernadette Geyer


Discovery

I need her the way
gravel shoulders need roads, and clouds
a bit of blue to back them.

Each hour she's gone is a year
without a New Year's party, an eon
without dinosaurs or kings. When she gets back

we'll bake a cake as big as the world and spend
eternity in the icing.

M. A. Schaffner