When the lady next door
graces the small stage of her
front porch to call her cat,
I stop whatever I'm doing
to listen, her voice
a smoky lilt of Haaar-ley boyyyy….

Sometimes, in her blue robe,
she crosses the road
to the edge of the woods,
calling into that morning
darkness, and I marvel
that all creatures therein
remain silent to the liquid
spell that would certainly
bring me purring around
her legs for that dish
of cream her voice becomes.

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My poems and photographs have appeared in The MacGuffin, Texas Poetry Journal, Ellipsis, Poems Niederngasse, Poetry Midwest, The Sun, The Ledge, Triplopia, and Diner. I also have poems coming out in Talking River and Say This of Horses from Iowa Press, an anthology scheduled for publication in 2007.
E-mail: snapshot at insightbb dot com
 

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