With Aeneas in a Time of Plague by Christopher Bursk Ragged Sky Press (July 5, 2021) $15.00. 98 pages . I believe every poet has a good reason why they … Continue reading
A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw
‘Listen, the last stroke of death’s noon has struck—
The plague is come,’ a gnashing Madman said…
A freak tornado had snapped its aged limbs,
one angled like a lap where our son had snuggled,
sheltered by green in summer, copper in fall.
“I hope the law gets overturned,” Dr. Alan Braid said, “and if this is what does it, that would be great.”
The little notebook, its pages an eye-ease greenish tint, with my staggering penciled captions labeling every blessed thing, each flower picked and pressed and taped down to the page, contains more than specimens of wildflowers from a Vermont meadow. It encloses the first summer I remember.