The Universalist of February 2012 published two of my poems, both from my book Her Mother's Eyes and I had a poem published in Decanto February 2012. The poem in Decanto is called Resigning Gracefully. Here it is:
RESIGNING GRACEFULLY
Being low he threw no rocks
but sat it out
just south of Andromeda
beyond the rainbow reef
listening to the wolf fish
singing to their moons.
The art of lowness
requires more research
but it's as well that we drink to it
for the sake of the remains
that he kept in his back pocket
in the purse made by Man Friday.
Low was the moon that night
and the following few days
as the silhouette of his bones
gradually dried out
while he just kept counting the minutes, thawing them one by one
between his toes.
No, he threw no rocks
but gradually faded,
reluctant as the unresigned sun
to give any show of haste
that might betray or botch
his final salute.
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