Merrill Gilfillan
Laurel Bloomery:
"The Past Is Distant"
The past is distant.
The redbird whistling in the distance
is the distance.
Middle March
Why would a meadowlark
be singing
on a deadbeat day like this?
Two Hawks
Two hawks
in honeyed circles interlocked
on the one thought.
Sweetgrass Hills
These Northern Lights
so hard
to read by.
Hare's Ear
That boy
raised by meadowlarks
talks funny.
Wind in the Trees
Wake up at two
wondering about the monkeys
in the dark zoo.
Autumn Sky
And now we know for certain
to be in two places at once
not nearly enough.
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Born in Mount Gilead, Ohio in 1945 and today living in Colorado, Longhouse has published Merrill, and these chosen poems are a certain personal bias very late at night with a pencil flicking onto small poems read by one small light. It some times happens this way.
Let it be known there are many other poems in this book of flight, longer and prose poem and middle size, too. All sizes. Like shoes.
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Photographs by John Sarsgard
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Red Mavis
Merrill Gilfillan
Flood Editions, 2014
