THREE SHORTS FROM STONEY POINT
by Chris Creelman
Heron
The day we awaited Winter
the heron
lay in the swamp
graceful
alongside home furnishing's
past participle
of mattresses, recliners, and stools.
Goose
The goose swims away with
the breadth of infinity
measured
( at last )
on its broken wing.
Ice
On the lake
drifting snow confuses the spot,
but there is a fish in the ice
tail turned
as if motion
still existed.
Chris Creelman, who grew up in rural Massachussets, now lives in Rouses Point, New York, at the intersection of New York, Quebec, and Vermont. He works at the border as an Agriculture Inspector. While living for a while in Zumbro Falls, Minnesota, he and his wife once drove through Minnesota, South Dakota, and North Dakota "mostly off the interstate," and they "still talk of moving to North Dakota." Creelman has a broadside, "Going To War," from Bull Thistle Press.
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