Issue 4:
Earth
Janet I. Buck
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Salisbury Cathedral
That quiet London lamentation
seems to grow in brewing gray.
Unchanging guards of politesse;
tea room steam on window sills.
Piccadilly Circus tents seemed
strangely naked frilly streets.
Buses stacked like heaving breasts
in bras around fast urban tracks.
Lights were almost foreign strobes
or soldiers in unwelcome wars.
Stone and earth of countryside --
amaryllis in the closet--
tucked away from modern life.
Thatched roof homes wore hats
like accent graves on time.
Angels dressed for dinner here
in stained-glassed robes of clear content.
Riverbeds with emerald moss
that stitched their names
in clean, white clouds
of napkins pressed in
laps of soft cathedral rain.
Peaceful ran with swans in streams
beside the sunny Rose & Thorn.
Its small, cramped space just
bolded brackets of italics.
This was earthly on its knees
away from ways a city stains.
~Janet I. Buck
Janet teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her poetry appears in hundreds of publications on-line and in print. Her two newest books are now available from Newton's Baby and Word Wrangler. Email.
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