Jeanne Murray Walker Poems

Like Gorky, I sometimes follow my doubts
outside to the yard and question the sky,
longing to have the fight settled, thinking
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This tiny ruin in my eye, small
flaw in the fabric, little speck
of blood in the egg, deep chip
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was going well. A perfect, rosy sow,
a finch, an elephant. Then a giraffe
at the last minute, spring up like Wow,
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This is what our wandering life has come to.
Our dead stay where they're put, in different states.
We buried her beside the Texan, who
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Sometimes I lose you. Say you are a puppy
and I've left the door ajar. Or I'm due someplace
and can't remember where. In my sticky-uppy
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When the concertmaster gestures to the oboe,
silence flutters through the massive hall.
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Because we both heard separately the bark
of the hungry storm last night- he there, me here-
the wind tossing itself through the dark
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For a hundred miles
the fields have worn
beards of ugly stubble
and night is falling
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Driving this morning, a poem came to me,
so simple, so pure Keats himself could not conceive it,
and then, turning onto Lombard Street, I lost it.
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Letters, be the memory of this moment,
Ruth's 3-legged Golden Lab
sniffing for news beneath the hedge,
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