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Natureexpand_moreTobias Wolff
Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.
Kids were just let out of school to spend the summer running in packs.
Her body too, a mystery in motion. But does she own her body?
Christ is not alive but the she-blood is. Slow down and swerve to miss her.
The sun falls back and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.
Jenifer Browne Lawrence
The road is covered with lake water that reaches Gloria’s calves.
The voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tacks.
On the other side of Paris an exhibit depicts their home, which is nowhere.
there was a boy made of bad teeth & a boy made of stale bread
Never takes much, a fingertip’s touch, or beak-brush of prey-probing bird.
Snow on blue roof tiles—sleeping village awakened by waves.
Beggars know to emerge when you’ve more than enough to give.
He’d reenlisted in ’64; he would not go home until the War was won.
Summer’s erosion has begun, all that taking the waves from shore.
The people awakened, rose up, raged at tyrants garbed in uniforms.
He’d been lost and tripping vividly on some speckled acid for days.
All my life, I’d been shy, and I wasn’t about to change that.
Out by the road was her son standing without a stitch of clothing.
Christopher Woods
Like a god I shook their tiny worlds, terrible but ineffectual storms.
Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.
I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
The clearest memory was when his father shot a grizzly.
Now I’m no longer the buzzards glooming over the mango tree.
I bought two for my wedding, planted them in pots on the patio by the pond.
