Daily Madonna
25 April 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1
poetry
You could be sweeping the stairwell, unaware
all this time that discipline was discipline.
You didn't know that using turnips
would win you favor, that saving rainwater
in the barrel would make anyone happy.
When I First See the Dead Deer
22 April 2007
Vol. 7, No. 1
poetry
When I first see the dead deer, I think
Hope and Remembrance.
It's not the cluster of pinks I'd wanted,
not the first sight of the first crocus…
