POETRY

 

Bloomington, Late August

Why do we never remember
moments such as these: the chocolate
lab swimming her snout
through the garden, the rasping calypso
of crickets, those grey clouds tumbling over
each other in their mad race to greet Ohio?

Instead we seek what? Epiphanies, hurrahs,
crescendos, not the subtle reach
of the body toward the lowering
sky, song readying its sparrow
to burst through the lips and fly.

 

- Doris Lynch

Doris works as an adult services librarian. Recently, she won an Indiana Arts Commission grant and has published poems in Shenandoah, Artful Dodge, and River Styx.