ALT CAN WE SEE by Matthea Harvey What I thought was the wind was a bicycle & lo my head was halved again. Red buds measled the ground. Jealous Narcissus bit the river. The sky was a memoir of blue. In between the blades of grass hosanna there was much greener grass.

ALT Of Being I know this happiness is provisional: the looming presences— great suffering, great fear— withdraw only into peripheral vision: but ineluctable this shimmering of wind in the blue leaves: this flood of stillness widening the lake of sky: this need to dance, this need to kneel: this mystery:

ALT Poem Every morning I forget how it is. I watch the smoke mount In great strides above the city. Tbelong to no one. Then I remember my shoes, How I have to put them on, How bending over to tie them up I will look into the earth.

ALT THE YALE REVIEW O POETRY With Each Bird Flying, Time Is Passing Elizabeth Metzger Candled horses run across the dining table I cannot take a bite before them I cannot ride their passion One child pulls herself onto my knee The other is wrapping my arms to my sides with a scarf If I can't be a bird neither can you he laughs, and the first child cries For each life there is another you can't have It could have been better I could have been generous When the horses are gone and everyone's fed the unflown life comes flying I fall madly in love with mine

ALT I’LL WASH YOUR PET not your cat or dog tho I’m talking parrot, lizard, rodent one by one or as a group “I clean insect cages” I can explain the death of a pet to your child $$