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Carol Peters
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Corner of Henry & Pearl
She begs a dime from a lone woman under a street light’s milky glow, she calls her friend three towns to the west, waits shivering. Behind is the place where the man raped her. Then she puts on a helmet, leathers lest someone tell Zeus or Eros to look her w...

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Night Life
Awake, then listening, every cell alert  . . . the owl informing me in bursts . . . Hoo hoo hooooo. Like a foghorn . . . warning. Night. Not still. Not dark. A racket of foxes breaks out, ricocheting yips like go-cart backfires, frail trebles, tawny peach-f...

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becoming a mobile
                                          — after Ross Gay seven or eight pieces pierced & strung from a hub hung from a hook screwed into a porch beam fence rail, flagpole, bird feeder where any breeze swings me forces me to sing in tones the leeward wind ...

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Idyll
Picture a perfect peaceful place tin roof view of water sunny or rainy or violent weather dark at night sounds of animals birds tall trees tangled shrubs flowers where I sit by the window perfectly calm look & read & write alone one year after another how i...

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Pond
Fluid by nature prone to escape seeks containment shape pleasure Washing up & rinsing away the sand & gravel bank cartographer’s pleasure Branches dip & leaves drift arabesque of rains & breezes dancer’s pleasure Darkness of unseen depth vessel whose fullne...

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Reimagining Mother
She wore a nurse’s cap — white cotton hand washed & dried flat, ironed with spray starch that left the board cover sticky. She folded side wings, positioned pearl-headed pins to make the shape, tacked with bobby pins to the permanent wave she paled & hennae...

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Mind's Eye
I ask her what I look like when she closes her eyes, & she says, “I can’t see you because my eyes are closed,” so I ask her whether she can imagine my face when her eyes are closed, whether she can see me in her mind’s eye, & she says, “What’s my mind’s eye...

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What Is a Bed
Inflated into parallel tubes, a rubber float, pillow prop, body prop, lacks propellors. Beneath beside a window, middle of the night an arm reaches up to pull cords to raise the shade, elbows prop to raise the body to pane of sky, vapor moon. After the long...

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4:30 am
A fox barks once, twice then twice again, clear cry from an open throat, the sidewalk not too trafficked (yet) for foxes to survive, too dark to see it peering from under an oak calling its mate for one more circuit of night’s carouse.

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Sunday Ride
We are the ancients, bicycle & I wheeling along the Daniel Island non- motorized leisure lanes by parks, schools, shops, houses, condos. I mount a dusty slope to a walkway beside a spouting pond, two ducks too far & sun-spangled to name. A great egret stand...
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