Poetry

Spring Peas Come to the Stores by Hannah Fischer

Two Poems by Grace Bauer

Kettle by Susan Kelly-DeWitt

Going to Get Swedish by Carol Berg

Potluck on Sulphur Creek by Brenda Butka

My Mother's Handwriting by Julia Wendell

Radish by Lauren Henley

The Way of the Buddha by Nadia Ibrashi

Famine Bread by Karen Holmberg

Leer Comida by Andrés Catalán

Cooking Show by Gary Mesick

Museum of Butter by Carol Jenkins

Two Poems by Crystal Simone Smith

Yardbird Suite by John Dufresne

Spring Peas Come to the Stores

by Hannah Fischer

May 2013    


The men carrying grocery bags
are like cherry trees,
every fist a handful of buds,
every bag a burst of promise.
They’ve stored energy this winter and now
can waste a little in a swagger uphill,
a hop onto a curb.
They’ve brought home artichokes, asparagus,
things their wives will delight in, will put in the fruit bowl,
to admire like flowers.
It’s spring again, and the babies’ fists
of tree branches are about to release
their buds, turning the world a reckless pink,
the petals snowballing around the sidewalks
like a bag of peas, ripped and releasing
its rollicking bounty back down the hill, back over the curb,
staining spring’s soft carpet green.

 



  Hannah Fischer is a researcher at the Congressional Research Service in Washington, DC. She has had her work published by The Tulane Review and Bitter Oleander.

 

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