Wind makes everything different.
At the edge of lake, grass spikes
trough and divide, doubling
the radius of lake.
Spring’s beech sweep trails flowerstem
bent into arabesque
and handclasp. The punt
strains its moorings, wanting cavort
and gallop. Red wings
flash, and the pollen dusks
this wake of field, this moment
of glorious move.
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Bryan Narendorf lives in Philadelphia, Pa. Recent work has appeared or is forthcoming in American Chordata, Heron Tree, and Crazyhorse.
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