Excerpts from

Jolly


'Twas the night before Christmas

and Santa fell flat on his face. 


My neighbor's inflated Santa lost—

I don't know…his bowl full of jelly.

...

Staked like a downed tent,

he ripples in the wind,

gestures with one red glove.

...

Punctured, we flap on,

skeptical but not unkind.


© Lynna Howard, 2007, all rights reserved



Excerpts from

December Song


Walk by the gray river

listening to the doomed affair

of Violetta and Alfredo

on the radio.

...

A brass section of ducks

takes the air,

marking the current—

a great claw of torn water

... 

Taloned hawks, late for a trip

to winter in Argentina,

carve a sharp C in air.


Desultory hunters,

bibbed in black, formal,

silent—but a chord is struck

below the threshold of hearing

by the shape of their drop

from limb to shore.

...


© Lynna Howard, 2000, all rights reserved



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