DPF / Revard

For weeds more green and baby rabbits, from Poetry Foundation.

from Another Sunday Morning / by Carter Revard, b. 1931

What I walked down to the highway for,
                                   through the summer dawn,
                                            was the Sunday funnies,
                     or so I thought—

DPF / Tufariello

Mothers and daughters.

from Twenty Weeks / by Catherine Tufariello

In every weather,
Wisdom and grace guard you together
And shelter you from harm and storm,
Who now lie heedless, dreamless, warm,
Curled in your dark honeycomb
Asleep, exactly halfway home.

DPF / Logan

Mothers and sons. And, ongoing mentor, friend, teaching us, one by one, to dive into the wreck and to grasp something worth bringing to light.

from The Farm / by William Logan

The kerosene lamp had gone out.
There was a ragged Bible in this dream,
open to Isaiah.