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TWO POEMS
by Laura Solomon


Down Deep, Deep Down in the River's Whorl

I would change everybody to everyone
something I wanted to say-a shadow
on the window shade, our limbs keep
freezing into obedient tree parts.

That this was something I meant but did
not succeed at meaning. I meant
I know a tree will never fall from a leaf
no matter how many green, golden and dead

kiss its snow guarded parts, that your figure
is so lovely and so loved by everyone
Every leaf, every tree, every tardy branch

means, I could have climbed upon-that one
I would change-I to we and you to they
I would wicked wicked go ice-skating with you.



The Petrified Forest

If the sun
Were hollow
A million moons
Might fit inside
Sullen
& intimating
How the world
Would have better fared
Under judicious
Lunar rule

Saturn would float
Would there were
Enough water
Enough enough
Everyone has something
To say about the ocean
A sky's evening hemline
May I peek underneath
If I pull out my eyes

Lash by lash
Will you notice
The lightning bug
Or the handlebars
Of the bicycle
Death makes
Beautiful
Pinecones
Ordinary
As a funeral