Front Yard Rhyme

Cecily Parks

Stone path, oat grass, stray cat, snare,
feather drift in feather air.
Laurel, anthill, train horn blare,
pecan shell shards on the stair.
One cat gnaws,
one wing tears.
Less song for the power line to bear.
Coo-OO-oo she sang, my dear.

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Cecily Parks is the author of two poetry collections and editor of The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses.

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Volume 19, Number 3

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