[from Susan Stewart's Red Rover, University of Chicago Press, 2008]
their tumbling joy
stones in and out
of firethorn back
and forth to gingko
I would not
could not lose
world another life
there must be wrens.
Red Rover (Phoenix Poets Series)
[from "Apple" from Columbarium, University of Chicago Press, 2003]
. . .
If you wait for the apple, you wait
for one ripe moment. And should
you sleep, or should you dream, or
should you stare too hard in the daylight
or come into the dark to see
what can't be seen, you will drop
from the edge, going over into
coarse, or rot, or damping off.
You will wake to yourself, regretful,
in a grove of papery leaves.
Columbarium (Phoenix Poets Series)