Sylvia Plath’s Handwriting
You thought she was your friend
and then you saw her s.
Her lower case i, with the
circle, the actual circle
instead of a dot.
Librarians
Leaf Cutter
This is a poem for my neighbor, whom I watch walk through his garden every day. He lives alone. He sets up sprinklers. He trims leaves.
Dock Grade Road
If it weren’t for an old feud between the town
on the cliff and the town on the water
racing to get their berry crops to market,
this road would not have been built.
The Mozart Effect
Did Mozart know he was writing
music that will make you smarter?
Both Goal and Medicine
These days, I rarely recognize my body:
jeans two sizes smaller that still won’t
stay on hips, hair pulled back in
a once-in-a-decade ponytail.
Connecting Flights
A skinny, pony-legged thing
in canvas shoes and pig-tails,
she skips into the yard, then runs
to jump, jump, and skyward wave.