[Poems of the Month III]

WEEK TWENTY-THREE

JUNE 3RD 2017 – Brian Russell, Wild Silk

the meticulous work
it took to shape a pattern out of
patience wore down a continent’s

grasses into paths and passed
through dangerous terrain for what
for something so indisputably beautiful

you’d be willing to trade everything for it
you’d be willing to go to war to wear it
under your armor as close as anything

might get to your heart, it’s hard to believe
something so small so easy
to kill for even less could produce this dress
this red mess it makes of my senses

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WEEK TWENTY-FOUR

JUNE 10TH 2017 – Jillian Weise, Some Rights

Be something for sale
Be a strategy
Last fall was tough on us
Ask after me
Ask after me again
Small business owners
Big pharma
There are said to be 7000
   bodies buried under
   that university
If we write, it’s identity
If they write, it’s Reflections
on American Legacy

The ADA
Those aren’t just letters
Punk a bunch of coffins

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WEEK TWENTY-FIVE

JUNE 17TH 2017 – Czesław Miłosz, Letter Beginning with Two Lines

I had one student
who opened a door and died. 

It was the front
door to his house, but

it could have been any door,
and the bullet could have written

any name. The shooter
was thirteen years old

and was aiming
at someone else. But

a bullet doesn’t care
about “aim,” it doesn’t

distinguish between
the innocent and the innocent,

and how was the bullet
supposed to know this

child would open the door
at the exact wrong moment

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WEEK TWENTY-SIX

JUNE 24TH 2017 – Naomi Shihab Nye, All the Names We Will Not Know

Before dawn, trembling in air down to the old river,

circulating gently as a new season

delicate still in its softness, rustling raiment

of hopes never stitched tightly enough to any hour.

I was almost, maybe, just about, going to do that.

A girl’s thick dark hair, brushed over one shoulder

so regularly no one could imagine it not being there.

Hair as a monument.   Hovering – pitched.

Beloved sister, maker of plans, main branch,

we needed you desperately, where have you gone?

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