Thursday, February 02, 2006

of poetry (and because I forgot before)

A Bloggers (Silent) Poetry Reading

Fence Shadows

Nothing much is going to change
the clumps of yarrow, but in five minutes
the fence shadows will reach them
I can't judge the difference until it happens
and staring will only put me to sleep

Two girls are coming up Betty's Creek
trying to catch butterflies
but not trying hard enough, laughing
Someone in cities is wishing he were here
And I'm wishing ... Oh, well, nothing much

- Michael Mott, from 'Woman and the Sea', Anhinga Press, 1998, Tallahassee, Florida.

Grace's Poppies had the idea, which I found on Creating Text(iles).