Kobayashi Issa & A.R. Ammons

two poems 

From The Poetry of Impermanence, Mindfulness, and Joy

Kenneth Hart

Whittier

From Uh Oh Time

Charles Rafferty

Quarry

From The Smoke of Horses

Terri Kirby Erickson

County Fair

From Telling Tales of Dusk

Dorothea Grossman

1.

If we lived on a mountaintop,
the fog would rise up every night,
so thick you could run a comb through it.
Every morning would look like a barbershop,
with wet floors full of leftover curls.

18.

Ten p.m.:
A sky worth waiting for.
Clouds hopping over each other
like sheep.
Before the wind picked up the pace,
when the city lights were young,
I thought to smother you with poems
from this blue
and white
and blue again
meadow.