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Chris Forhan (1959 - / Seattle, Washington)
Poems of Chris Forhan
| 1. | A Child's Guide to Etiquette | 3/19/2012 |
| 2. | Billet-Doux | 3/19/2012 |
| 3. | Gouge, Adze, Rasp, Hammer | 1/13/2003 |
| 4. | Last Words | 3/19/2012 |
| 5. | Late Meditation | 3/19/2012 |
| 6. | My Almost-Daughter, my Nearly-was Son | 3/19/2012 |
| 7. | Prayer's Before Sleep | 3/19/2012 |
| 8. | Vanishing Act | 3/19/2012 |
Late Meditation
Night again, and I'm not impressed:
the blurred cedar, blowzy in her black dress,
the bat's manic acrobatics -- he tries too hard --
the hooligan raccoon routing in the brush,
and above all this the familiar, gaudy
glitter of the stars. Once I felt invited
to praise these things. Once I felt obliged.
Inviolable night, I said. Love's rustling curtain.
My hornbook, my slow ship to stow away on.
