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Two Beautiful Women
(for Nancy and Betty)


On a lustrous June day, they sit

on the grass next to the garden.

The air is smooth over their faces.

The easy wind ruffles hair and flax.

One is pregnant, her belly blue-veined

and taut beneath the white blouse.

The other, slender green eyed,

names sorrel and cicely,

the fair trumpets of columbine.

A little marijuana smoke drifts off.

Each is beautiful. When they laugh,

the man stops hoeing his row of beans,

and looks at them. He sips his beer.

It is an afternoon like no other,

its portents everywhere against everything.

Earlier he'd sat with them, his hand

invited to that great, good belly.

It was all heavy and deep water.

Like the season, it was seeded and set,

snugged down for a few warm months.


Harry Humes
from The Bottomland(Arkansas Press)
submitted by the author



untitled


i do not

wish to

intrude

for i too

tend towards

the shadows

of the soul

but i am

curious as to

what you think

what you feel

perhaps far

more curious

than mere words

upon the

screen.


dmc :>
debco@prairienet.org


Lost Worlds


the geese are cut-outs on the lake

beneath sunset smudges

washing out the stars


our picturesque shambles

along clear paths

of owl calls and graceful roebuck

bounding in the back woods

adding the colored dots

to romantic landscapes


we turn over the hemlock needles

and study the white stripes

seek among the horsetails

and moss for ourselves


our memoried lives

skeining to stale worlds

whose names

linger in the pockets

of curators

and industrial shamans


in retrieving dead worlds

we familiarly speak

our words to extinction


so y-talk on lonely evenings

through post and repost

of words and more words


our webs filled with micro twistings

of disbelief and misapprehension

of snailers not sent

of pacific mists

shadowing hotel walls

of hearts mis-esteemed


approximating real time

in archived memories

of unwived daughters

swinging out on umbilical weekends


until the eudoric pop

@ rosy.fingered.dawn

splays on the desktop

in newer familiar words

of an animated sunrise

with pixels on the wing


Carl Seiple
seiple@kutztown.edu


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