Fall 1987 • Vol. IX No. 4 Poetry |

What Winter Branches Remember

The branches rememberwhat the air saluted:an open cry,a stone grown legs,the woody causeof silence, eyesthat animated coaland dog alike,the selfhood of arrivals,all the farewells of blood,the peacefound in the quarrel of a milkweed stalk,the way blossoms and petals kepttaking wing; finally,they remember the echoof their own groansand creaks.

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