Chris Roberts-Antieau  2008 All Rights Reserved

First Light

this way
a flat thought
no wind
where the sun
when the whistling
says Again
and again begins
with small strumming
barely there
the strings

 

***

 

Shutters

cellar stairs
to frozen far
a toss quick catch
then slap
exact and sullen
back of the hand
the moon let go

 

***

 

Gaze

eyes
fill the rip
the way
a chipped cup
lifts windows
in the house
you drink from

 

Joan Fiset
Copyright 2008

 

Joan Fiset lives in Seattle. Now the Day is Over, her book of memoir prose poems (Blue Begonia 1998), won the King County Arts Commission Publication Award. Recent poems appear in Tarpaulin Sky and Floating Bridge Review Number One 2008.


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