SAMPLE POEM
from "Home Town (Over and Over)"
How big was the town?
One crockery bowl filled with red leaves.
What was its density?
The weight of a bee on a bridal-wreath branch
times the sag of a clothesline.
What were your increments?
The beats of the luna-moth's wings and the pieces of coal
through the chute to the basement.
Who charted these things?
It's not too late to have noticed, it's not too late
to see.
© 2011 Christine Deavel
