Poetry $16
For Example
The pale undersides of sycamore leaves, knocking
at seed pods hanging in brown bunches
so that they helicopter down.
Slag heap, mad slack, taut song:
Which morning am I making up now?
Somewhere wild animals are seeking cool hollows
in which to lay themselves down.
A wall of cotton disperses in the wind.
Sally Keith is the author of two previous collections of poems, Design and Dwelling Song. She teaches at George Mason University and lives in Washington, DC.
