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God's Act in Acts
Irina Ratushinskaya
Comeback for Snowy Plover
Dancing in the Cathedral
Chiang Mai
The Possiblilities of Clay
Sonnet for my left hip
The Golden Carp
What I Needed to Do
Mary Considers Her
States of being
The longevity of roots
The Returns of Love
Leaf, fallen
Photos from My Trip
The Songs of Camoapa
The Annunciatory
Psalm for the
January Thaw
Holding on
The chair without
The blue eyeball
Emergency Supplies
Peace on Earth
Robin in the late afternoon
Catch of the day
Leaf, fallen

What held the browning leaf to its stem
so long—a link that lasted a summer’s life time?
How ineluctably sap left the veins,

the spine curled. I hear again my mother’s complaint
on each of her fifteen final years’ visits from me,
I’ve lost a lot of ground this week,

as though ground were the one thing
valuable enough to cling to as the bones clot
and flesh loses mass and skin cells flake

along with the mind’s most basic reminders.
Her friend had called her “a little brown bird.”
She wore the russet color well but never sang.

Intractable, hanging on for nearly
a hundred years into an age that challenged
her understandings, duty was the word

that rallied her, not love, not living. And I,
her green leaf child, grew, and grew away, aching
always, for more than obligation, a need for richness that

offended her. In the cold’s wither she finally let go,
let go of me. Clipped by a biting wind from a naked stem,
she fell to that ground she thought she’d lost.

Luci Shaw


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