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Look Again

I know that hairs
on my head go singly gray only
by night.

Losing the Farm

I did lose my dirty fingernails and ragged legs, my purpled forearms.

Love Song Full of Holes

let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden

Love Song to the Man Announcing Powwows and Rodeos

Don’t send me home without a round of applause if not a title.

Magdalen Walks

All the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring.

Mama Scarecrow

she will unchew the dried bulbs of history, spit them at the foot of her post.

Margaret Atwood

You quickly find nothing interests people so much as themselves.

Margaret Atwood Words and Music

If you’re not having fun, then there isn’t a big impetus to stay alive.

Marking the Swans and Other Poems

I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.

Meeting My Nieces on Zoom to Watch Animal Live-Cams

When we watched jellyfish, Mary Kate wondered if they dreamed of land.

Men and Dogs

Praise the ease of it: how simple it is to tell the dog he loves her.

Message

I hear my brother’s wife whisper, It’s her again. Let the machine get it.

Mestra as Translator

The summer Victor died, his dad spoke to no one but the canaries he kept.

Method

Before April rings the chime, she forces her way up out of herself.

Mice

With my lime-green nitrile gloves I carried him around to the others.

Migrant

Sit beside me. Old country, I am hopeful and troubadour.

Military Ball

Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.

Miss Brill

Oh, how fascinating it was, watching it all! It was exactly like a play.

Miss Harriet

I am going to relate to you the most lamentable love affair of my life.

Mobbing

I’m guilty—locating my gratitude against someone else’s suffering.

Monday or Tuesday

The heron returns; the sky veils her stars; then bares them.

Mother Cardinal Rhyme

Cheer and cheer and cheer she sings a song on nesting wings.

Muse and Other Poems

through the trees, breathless, the grouse leads us steady as a rope.

Muybridge’s Horse in Motion

The horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.

My Grandmother’s Garden

I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.

My Opera

It ends with a flourish like smashing a glass in the fireplace.

Name-Dropping

It’s been a rainy, relatively windless fall, the aspen leaves clinging.

National Geographic

I make peas and argue with a wall. Something gets stuck like that.

Natural World

As you watch the picture and begin to notice more, the nothing grows less.

Neonates

She knew Jim would be a terrible husband. They’d murder each other.