Taylor Graham Poems
- Listening Post Between a mossy outcrop and a bedrock ...
- Hiking Old Dog To The Alpine L... She takes the lead with ...
- Unpacking Mother's Things Her wedding picture’s with the ...
- The Tooth Fairy The tooth fairy in her necklace of teeth, ...
- Eighty-Eight And Counting The old man stares ahead, no reason...
- Jacaranda We agree on this, it’s never been so gray. The ...
- This Ark The neighbors’ dogs bark-wag, furry wet smell ...
Taylor Graham was born Judith Ann Taylor in Pasadena, CA in 1944; her mother was a public health nurse, her father a doctor. Her first love was her Morgan mare, Molly B.
After she was introduced to Shakespeare's Julius Caesar at Wm. S. Hart high school in Newhall, poetry became her passion. She studied languages in college, got a masters in comparative literature at USC, was a Fulbright ... more »
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Between a mossy outcrop
and a bedrock mortar.
I watch a neighbor’s wood-smoke rise
toward the contrail
of a transcontinental flight.
Two overwintered bluebirds
peck berries from the mistletoe of a dying oak
whose roots dig into frost-heave,
decomposing granite re-composing
tree and shadow.
Atop a boulder, a squirrel has eaten
half a mushroom-cap and left the rest.
Coyote scat is full of manzanita berries
and fur, fragments of bone: what’s
left of gray squirrel.
I imagine I could hear the earth turn
its worms through soil, or ...