Alex Miller

Matins, S.C.
by Alex Miller

Morning in those fields is the prickled fur
of a fox weaving through thickets,

or a raccoon, or the mussed pelt of a deer
matted with witch-hazel gums and sedum.

Above the brush a stratosphere of dragonflies,
some flinty dun, some caribbean chartreuse.

The earth sweats leprous sweetness. And you wake up
settled but placeless, purblind, half asleep,

saying the litany of things.

 

Published in Cider Press Review, Volume 20, Issue 3.

Alex MillerAlex Miller is the co-author of A Bow From My Shadow, a collection of poems written in dialogue with poems by Luke Irwin (Ecco Qua Press, 2013). His work has appeared in The Cortland Review, Measure, The Adirondack Review, Pif, The Curator, and Lake Effect. He is a Lecturer in Western Literature at Gordon College in Wenham, MA, and an English teacher.

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