L. Ward Abel Poems

L. Ward Abel Poems

1Above Dead Oak Creek A.M.

Best Poem of L. Ward Abel

I walked through them
scratched my arms while going,
nettles briefly frightened as if stung,
great green sky a-hover
the smell of all but me

then I passed
away from those held deeply
away from anchors and focus
away from straw indeed

and slipped across
a pasture,
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Above Dead Oak Creek A.M.
Strained to catch the view
Of a morning
That preceded all of this

All of this new history
We now endure.
Sister anxiety.

Refuse to turn-off though
The soundtrack of my own,
Familiar root it is

That calls my name again
Resting me under flora here
Above creek . . .
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