A Round
—For the Youth
Leading Black Lives Matter
In this spirit
of protest time
possess the
morning’s strength
and follow both
new and full moons
grazing across
our skies.
And when you see
the stars
remember the
days you shined.
Take that into
the galaxies
of planets and
strides you are.
Sisters
The storm grazed
our house,
a thunderous
awake it caused me.
And my
sisters—all three—
thought the
earth through with us.
My sisters, in
their girl teen world
believed the
gods
were calling
them home,
and not like the
one we lived in.
The morning came
ripe,
the nasturtiums
scenting little pockets
of air around
the clay-packed soil.
And when the
storm had passed,
our mother, our
father, found
faith in the
minor cracks,
the less than fierce
after rains.
In the noon
heat, after the storm,
the winds, the
darkened sky,
my sisters
decided the world was fair.
Their geniuses
appeared where I
could measure up
to the brains
and song power
each wore
on their jeans,
their aproned skirts,
even their
saddle shoes.
So much has
passed:
a family of
families, births,
graduations,
funerals.
In the dark now,
after the night
storms
the day’s birth
and noon sun,
a melody slips
into my covers
where still the
sisters
read their fairy
tales.
And I?
A moment of
wholeness
makes my bed
together
as the night
hawks
and the
whippoorwills
give grace for
my attended sleep,
my dreams now
dressed with
a sound of
perfume,
of purple
seasons,
of sisters...
Miscarriage Fragment
oh little one
why did you
not stay
together
or fight my
bruising blood
that broke you
apart
sending pieces
of you
(and me)
to splatter
onto hospital’s
starched,
bone-white
sheets?
PAT ANDRUS
PAT ANDRUS: An MFA graduate of
Goddard College, Pat Andrus’ works include a letterpress chapbook Daughter
(Olivewood), Old Woman of Irish Blood, a collection partially funded by the NEA
(Open Hand Publishing) and her most recent collection Fragments of the Universe
(Blue Vortex Publishers). Her poems have
recently appeared or are forthcoming in Writers Resist, Summation 20/21 and the
27th Annual Border Voices Anthology Springtime in Paradise.
Pat’s words have a way of pulling you into her world; intimate and emotional. They contain the vastness of a universal truth in a single atom. There’s a musicality there draws you in to her dance. You want to stay there for the night, a day, forever. Timothy Evans (poet)
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