Rochelle Cashdan Poems

You who wondered at the wafer that Alice ate,
making tables shrink as she attained new height,
accept it as mere logic, for as man takes flight
space becomes a lens that can create
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Entering the plaza
Leda prudently avoids
four bronze swans,
each in its corner,
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David was younger
than you think
when he hit the headlines,
tall for his age
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This poem can be read as a love poem or as a poem of grief for the now submerged millenia-old gathering place of the tribes.

Barges move
above buried rapids,
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Two sons,
one the more resonant,
the other a clay jar
made for tapping -.
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