18 May 2007

Carol Peters

[from Muddy Prints, Water Shine]

A Dog’s Fiddle

A moon is waning above the field,
crushing the features of the face
or scrubbing them, to a desiccating gradient —
a finish — frayed, narrowed, riddled, rued
— all disappear for orbital reasons,
the cycling round of dark and light,
green flash and restitution — the vagabond spoon,
the brindle cow, the dream-tipped sea.

[originally published in Pebble Lake Review]

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1 comment:

  1. Anonymous13:37

    Very nice. You have an interesting style that is a bit whimsical and pastoral. I like your work.