Author name: Rattle

Poems

Shovels

In a Polish forest as a boy

In a Cleveland driveway as an old man

He shoveled, he shoveled

The secret was to spin and fall

A heartbeat in advance of the gunshots

Poems

At the Spring

Before she could drink from the garden hose
a cardinal landed on her wrist
and plunged its beak into the clear bubbling.

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