#Poetry Wed: “Lingua Franca” by Dawn Potter

“the washing-machine repairman asks
if I’ve saddled my sons with biblical names
on purpose the plumber presses me to admire
his sculptures the electrician wonders
if I have skills in patent law the driver
of the propane truck desires geographical
wisdom the contractor inquires about the fashions
of poetry…”

Read the entire poem at Salamander.

#Poetry Wed: “Late Summer Elegy” by Jody Rambo

“Lately, I feel the days fly out into the dark trees
    and vanish.
Without you whose love was air-thin and particular,
    I’m left these
daughter-hands of bone that do me little good,
    arms fit
for nothing but wandering vast terrain. Restless,
    attuned to
wayward frequencies, I crave the open space
    of fields.
Sleep rinses me little clean—& the hours keep
    opening their
dark show-boxes of emptiness…”

Read the rest of the poem at Salamander.