POETRY AT THE END OF THE DAY Judy Brackett Because I could not stop for air, I learned that someone there is that doesn’t love birdsong. Even though I live in this pretty how town, there’s a...
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POETRY LOWER MATHEMATICS Judy Brackett The little boy shouts “To infinity and beyond!” and asks “Where the heck is infinity?” and “Is a googol bigger than a gazillion?” and “How can there be a...
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POETRY INSIDE A PEARL Judy Brackett She swallows a pearl uncultured it is so is she inside the pearl sleeps mustard seed or a babe’s clipped nail or a kitten’s eyelash or something else...
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POETRY MATINS Judy Brackett I Yesterday, birds found their way under the netting, beaked off most of the strawberries. The birds’ gift—next summer more wild strawberry plants scrambling over...
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THE OTHER HEAVEN On nights with little moon or none, the near-blind great-grandmother settles in her chair in the middle of the orchard, bare branches or new leaves or hard-green or just-right or...
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