Reviewed by Basia Wilson In crafting a poem, any good poet knows to consider the myriad ways a reader may approach their work. Take,
Long live the layers of pink that painted ladies rest on Sensitive feet trembling tucked up suddenly taking flight Hindwings forewings Long live that
Weeping, I count five egrets, new here and full of grace when driving rain and a stormy sea carve a lake into our lawn.
The Serengeti Plain, Tanzania, 2010 The elephant outside our tent, who carries a cattle egret on her back, is the gray of a silk