Reviewed by Erica Goss “Can I break / my heart from clapping shut in this wonder / and wounder of a world.” These lines
As in the park, on occasion you see a whole tree forelimb, loosened by yesterday’s storm, deadweight into a clearing. Tense laughter from
Husband and wife are at their garden chores. Between them they fill the creaky wheelbarrow With broken branches, leaves, unspoken sorrow. How steadily they
Quick, bring in the washing tangled round the line like it’s learning the trapeze. Flick off pegs and plans for walking to the park.