Herewith, the latest selection from dusted-off published poetry and short fiction, circa 1970s vintage and beyond....
Night
Dark pulses warm and moist
on the spring air
this night. There hangs
a voluptuous moon
luminous and heavy
as woman with child
casting a diluted coruscation
limning leaves
rustling in the breeze.
Birds shift in the trees
somnolently ease feathers
beak language
to one another
sounds all but lost
in the concert of crickets
the creak of the frogs
beating the night
so it shifts and breathes
croaks and trills
like some great
unknowable beast.
c. 1980 Rita Rosenfeld
published in Erehwon #102
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