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..."
Four Zucchini
Twist of hand
and the slim batons crack free, only to slip from my grasp, white clouds cut loose August heat. 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. |
Here performed by Leila Philip
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