Poetry:

deCormier-Shekerjian, Pegina

Regina deCormier-Shekerjian The First Telling Fourth of July sparklers ablaze on the pond. In the trees bronze bells of light, scattered rubble of light in the leaves beneath my feet. Drenched with...

...In a cathedral of bony trees, balanced between bells and the sudden madness of leaves in flight, I watch light splinter beneath the perfectly tuned wings of the hawk diving and the sky parts as the rabbit lifts, soars with hawk above a gritty chorus of ducks...
...Drenched with light deer move toward the orchard where Leuken has left some of his apples for winter food...
...I walk back to the house...
...Above the pond a disorderly V of geese flying south...
...In my hands tufts of light, the first telling of winter...

Vol. 115 • October 1988 • No. 17


 
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