wing-clouds
rush-in,
descend
to ivy-covered bricks.
These
wren choirs out-bright sunrise,
are
a courtyard's Hosanna.
Here
I awake--again and again--
to
recount word-rows
in
transcending measure.
I
mimic slow waltz in smooth
motion,
then ordinary quick-step--
my
street song--
heel-and-toe
to work.
Mary Belardi Erickson, Minnesota, USA
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Mary Belardi Erickson was born in New Jersey and today lives in the countryside of Minnesota. Many of her poems celebrate nature, both in the wilds and in cities. Her work appears in various print and online journals. Among others, she reads Avocet: Journal of Nature Poems, the Aurorean, Bolts of Silks, Waterways: Poetry in the Mainstream. She contributes to anthologies, such as Silver Boomer’s From the Porch Swing—memories of our grandparents, and Sephryrus Press’s No Fresh Cut Flowers: The Afterlife Anthology. A recent chapbook is While You Blue-step, 2013. Check www.MaryBelardiErickson.com for news and other links.
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