For magicians, from The Eternal Ones of the Dream.
from Saturdays Are for Bathing Betsy / by James Tate
How each sort of animal and
plant prevents itself from returning to dust
just a little while longer while I transfer some
assets to a region where there are no thinking creatures,
just worshipping ones. They oscillate along like magicians,
deranged seaweed fellows and their gals
PIA: from November 30, 2014.
For seasons, from Poetry, December 2014.
from The Forecast / by Wendy Xu b. 1987
little shimmer, little wilt startled
from out the arranging field
For art, which we are still so lucky to have, whoever wins or loses, still always have, from The Best of It.
from The Narrow Path / by Kay Ryan
But for people who ascend
only by pleasure
there are no holding straps.
For a tense election night, from poetryfoundation.org.
from My Mother Goes to Vote / by Judith Harris
For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Thanksgiving for Two / by Marjorie Saiser
For running for time, for speed, for distance, for fun, or for one or any combination of the four, from The American Poetry Review, Nov/Dec 2016.
from Waiting on the Time Machine / by Chasity Hale
I think
running is the closest thing to time travel
that I may ever experience in my lifetime–
somehow, I become younger than I am,
younger than I was.
For good and obsessive first lines and for the season, from poetryfoundation.org.
from Fall / by Ed Ochester
Crows, crows, crows, crows
For the upcoming season, from The Best American Poetry 2015, guest editor Sherman Alexie, and series editor David Lehman.
from for i will do/undo what was done/undone to me / by Chen Chen
i pledge allegiance to the weather
report that promises more snow, plus freezing rain.
though i would minus the pluvial & plus the multitude
of messages pressed muddy into the perfectly
mutable snow
For the first day of November, from poetryfoundation.org.
from November for Beginners / by Rita Dove
For the day! Happy Birthday, Jen, and Happy Halloween to those of you who celebrate it, from An Eyeball in My Garden, edited by Jennifer Cole Judd and Laura Wynkoop.
from My Date with Mummy / by Jennifer Cole Judd
I’ve burned the scones and muffins,
And brewed my blackest tea.
Everything must be just right
For Mummy’s date with me.
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