The Poetry of Leila Philip

Water Rising ​performed by Leila Philip

​"Beavers are the Shiva of the animal world. Who knows how a beaver chooses where to make her pond? But once she does, trees fall like spears of light then overnight disappear, dragged to underwater lairs, or left to float eerie carcasses, every branch and shred of bark stripped clean..."

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Four Zucchini

Twist of hand
and the slim batons crack
free, only to slip
from my grasp,
white clouds cut loose
August heat.
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Down at the pond a flurry
just under water, while here
in the hot dirt
four zucchini,
green zeppelins
untethered now,
the surprising weight
of them lifting
my basket.

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Here performed by Leila Philip

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