Laura Lee (Davis) Snyder Poems

I watch your mandibles tear
straight through sweet flesh and bones
of leaves. Your appetite to survive drives you.
After the wintering, I will fly,
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Maple matrons
pull on fine velvet gloves
moss green
over lichen-roughed skin.
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There was a woman
who walked between two canes,
a risky walk
caught between two worlds.
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They got that statue all wrong,
the one of Atlas, boulder of the world
on his shoulder. I know.
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A spring
bubbles from great depths,
sings out
to find itself
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There you sit
royalty among tall grasses.
The gall of you all
within my gate, within my own fences,
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Since we cannot be lovers,
I peel apples, core
and slice in measured strokes,
combine cinnamon and cloves with sugar
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There is faith
as long as there are seeds.
One can still hope
as long as faithful pollinators
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A shaking from the earth
sets a wailing from the towns.
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