Lisa Olstein Poems
|1.||Dream in Which I Love a Third Baseman||10/5/2015|
|2.||Another Story with a Burning Barn in It||1/22/2018|
|3.||The Hypnotist's Daughter||1/22/2018|
|4.||In the Meantime||1/22/2018|
|5.||Radio Crackling, Radio Gone||1/22/2018|
|6.||That Magnificent Part the Chorus Does about Tragedy||1/22/2018|
|8.||Run Every Race as if It's Your Last||1/22/2018|
|9.||Where the Use of Cannon Is Impractical||1/22/2018|
|10.||Your Country Needs You||1/22/2018|
|11.||What We're Trying to Do is Create a Community of Dreamers||1/22/2018|
|13.||I Saw a Brand New Look||1/22/2018|
|14.||Dear One Absent This Long While||9/14/2015|
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Dear One Absent This Long While
It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;
everything blooms coldly.
I expect you. I thought one night it was you
at the base of the drive, you at the foot of the stairs,
you in a shiver of light, but each time
leaves in wind revealed themselves,
the retreating shadow of a fox, daybreak.
We expect you, cat and I, bluebirds and I, the stove.
In May we dreamed of wreaths burning on bonfires
over which young men and women leapt.
June efforts quietly.
I've planted vegetables along each garden wall
so even if spring continues to ...