Kathy Fagan Poems

Jets shake the air and snow
breaks off a tree branch in little puffs. One
cardinal. Cars moving slowly downhill on the ice.
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It would have been a fine path for a lizard to cross
but I saw none. Brambles and sweet briar grew
on the town side, poppies and wild grasses on the river.
Too hot for birds, the ducks were out, in water and mud,
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after Encounters at the End of the World by Werner Herzog


With booms & chirrs seals
speak under the ice of an ocean
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