Swander, Mary 1996

Wednesday, November 13, 1996
with Nancy Mairs


It floats toward you:
a mother, a fish,
something without breath,
shiny, washed smooth
as the skin of a leech.

– Mary Swander, “In A Dream”

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Aspen, oak, Kentucky-Coffee-Bean trees,
Dead leaves shaped like mouths falling
From the limbs. A silence descending
With the evening spreads across the
Arched backs of the rocks, their bellies

– Mary Swander, “Dutton’s Cave”

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