Pattiann Rogers Poems

Those are my bones rifted
and curled, knees to chin,
among the rocks on the beach,
my hands splayed beneath my skull
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Elf owl, cactus wren, fruit flies incubating
In the only womb they'll ever recognize.
Shadow for the sand rat, spines
And barbary ribs clenched with green wax.
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This is about no rain in particular,
just any rain, rain sounding on the roof,
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I remember you. You're the one
who lifted your ancient bones
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Although most are totally naked
and too scant for even the slightest
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The slender checkered beetle, pale
earth brown, sallies forth from among
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