Taylor Graham

Rookie (Pasadena, CA)

Taylor Graham Poems

1. Jacaranda 8/23/2010
2. Eighty-Eight And Counting 8/23/2010
3. Death The Linguist 8/23/2010
4. Divorce Quilt 8/23/2010
5. Hollywood & Vine 8/23/2010
6. Waking In The Middle Of The Night 8/23/2010
7. Slow Dancing 8/23/2010
8. Living With Wild 8/23/2010
9. Bear-Hunger 8/23/2010
10. Between The Notes 8/23/2010
11. October, Spirits 8/23/2010
12. Lies Of The Visible 8/23/2010
13. Power 8/23/2010
14. Rainbow Effect 8/23/2010
15. Seduction 8/24/2010
16. Grandma Dawson's Girls 8/24/2010
17. In Her Sleep 8/24/2010
18. Sleeping With The Mockingbird 8/24/2010
19. A House Built Into Trees 8/24/2010
20. The Angels Of Earth-Sleeping 8/24/2010
21. Seeing Fox 8/24/2010
22. Truck Stop 8/24/2010
23. Before He Lays Himself To Sleep 8/24/2010
24. He Was Wearing A Yellow T-Shirt 8/24/2010
25. Tequila On The Richter Scale 8/24/2010
26. Ten Hours At The Forge 8/12/2010
27. A Ship Goes Aground Off Nantucket 8/12/2010
28. To Fire The Forge 8/21/2010
29. Kingsnake 8/23/2010
30. This Ark 8/23/2010
31. Chances 8/24/2010
32. The Tooth Fairy 8/23/2010
33. Unpacking Mother's Things 8/24/2010
34. Listening Post 8/23/2010
35. Hiking Old Dog To The Alpine Lake 8/24/2010

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Listening Post

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 ...

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This Ark

The neighbors’ dogs bark-wag, furry
wet smell against my hand
at the latch. For another week
they’re mine. The cats stay out of sight.
A caged rabbit kicks shavings
as far as bunny-feet can.
The chickens go on scratching scratch.
A cote of doves coos not eternal love
but ever-falling rain on the roof.

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