Three Poems

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(c) Judy Baxter, 2005

 Her Summermindedness

 

Her summermindedness

embraces all full green things

& banishes nothing.

 

The dragonfly helicoptering

over the pond the deerflies

harassing the swimmers

& the leech on the leg linger forever.

 

Everything a scale

of clear intervals

no roadkill can mar.

 

The baby spiny thing

rubbing itself against

or was it scratching

the bark of a thin tree

by the roadside.

 

The speechless waddle

caught in the headlights

of late cars by the lake

moonlit and perfect

for canoeing in her summer mind.

 

O porcupine

spine in the mind

even a blithe summer mind

swerves from your shine

 

 

 

Broadband

 

Before I open my mind

to the sludge

the open connection

will carry

 

let me tarry

with archaic diction

and ancient bodies

the sun & my own

 

shaped by a code

unfolding itself

through millennia.

For thousands of years

 

art had no fashion

was the beautiful

drawing we did.

In cave after cave

 

the ochred bison run

by charcoaled aurochs

and a delicate ibex

an opposable thumb

 

grasped. Don’t think

they’ve gone

from your mind

 

I remind myself

rousing from sleep

the screen of my brain

 

✖ 

 

Enough

 

The storm dissolved

into sun.

We had no expectation.

 

The clouds full

of pomp ignored

whatever

 

the wind did

below. It was enough

to flow or float

 

or clouden

a clouded sky.

A robin flew by

 

the scratch

of a baby red squirrel.

We told ourselves

 

we would read

like Wallace Stevens

 

nothing for six weeks.

The world was full

 

as it always was

of wings of meaning & nothing.

 

 

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