Saturday April 30, 2011

The French lilac, backlit by the sun, shimmers like a bright green sail against the still-open woods. A field sparrow’s rising trill.

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This will be the last new update until May 17th; I’m off to the U.K. to give a poetry reading and visit friends.

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  1. Vocalise

    We found the feathered body
    beneath the window, red claws
    stiffened into lower case C’s.

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    Whose voice is that then,
    launching its frisson of a rising trill
    across the field?

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    So little time: I clasp
    the little tremor in my throat,
    your hand under the table.

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    We pass the cup’s
    clear lake of green
    tea between us.

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    The French lilac answers,
    its bright shimmer
    backlit by the sun.

    ~ Luisa A. Igloria
    04 30 2011


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