Looking for punditry? Keeping scrolling down the page (check
this update, if you’re wondering about goombahs and Scalias),
and come back later. Right now, I need to enjoy a gorgeous
upstate New York spring day.
experience with one-breath poetry:
a red berry on the trail
I look up
to the chickadee’s song
first on the trail—
the pull of a spider’s strand
across my face
a switch-back
in the trail—
I glance at her face
a climbing pea
has lassoed a blade
of crab grass!
trail dust settles—
a shooting star bobs
over a spider’s turret
a mushroom cap
tilting in the sun—
I feel for my bald spot
new shoots
on the big-leaf maple—
how blue the sky, how blue
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lit by the sunset
waves along the shore
rolling the seal’s body
by Michael Dylan Welch
