Cynthia Jobin
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Feather in my hand:
crisp leaf that skitters windborne
nowhere in my head:
what is this song of paper
...
The morning after
we have had words. The sea is
in a cup of tea.
Almost the sound of falling.
...
He has become a thought
I take for Sunday rides,
bones in a woolen bag
hard-going into the back seat
...
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Raised in the foothills of New Hampshire's White Mountains, attended a variety of New England schools and colleges (Master's in art education, PhD in metaphysics) Teacher of various subjects: French, English, Calligraphy, Aesthetics, History, Research Methods. Retired adjunct professor, Massachusetts College of Art. Currently publishes a poetry blog: littleoldladywho.net at wordpress.com)
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Feather in my hand:
crisp leaf that skitters windborne
nowhere in my head:
what is this song of paper
singing itself to itself?
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