Sarah Getty Poems

The deer--neck not birch trunk, eyes
not leaf or shadow, comes clear
from nowhere at the eye's edge.
The woman's legs stop.Her mind
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sits with a small smile, watching
two speckled frogs or lizards run right
and left, apart, together
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Old eyes, but wiser, says the Greek.You lose sight of guide-
lines: I before E, Every Good Boy
Does Fine, Insert Tab A in Slot B.
Things arrive, at this late date, unlabelled.All that book-
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Look! A flash of orange along the river's edge--
"oriole!" comes to your lips like instinct, then
it's vanished--lost in the foliage,
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A round white troll with a black, greasy
heart shuddered and hummed "Diogenes,
Diogenes," while it sloshed the wash.
It stayed in the basement, a cave-dank
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