Short Poems

November 16, 1992|By Elizabeth Burgard

RESPONSE

The lake ascending

in morning mist does not say

no to the sun's thirst.

EASE

I rest easily

on the knots of my hammock's

ropes that unknot care.

FIDELITY

Guiding

a band of old

nuns at a wedding,

I see, in their glad smiles, virgin

fiat.

TREES

The wet bones of November trees

wait like strong women in bare

branched splendor for the first

snow embrace of husbanding

winter.

VINTAGE LOVE

He knows

how to love her

with hands that have sense to

listen, with words that feel

when, where

to touch.

IMMIGRANT

To start

toward friendship

is to risk a frontier

where cows might look like

horses,birds

not sing.

TROPISM

Traveling inland,

my ears, so recently touched

by surf sounds, shrink from

street racket, metallic waves

that punch at my fragile peace.

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