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Wolf Moon
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rustles and scrapings in the dark chittering music that breeds attention to absence, outer circle of craving, blue circle of loneliness so I thought this is where God talks and I am not ready to listen to the frost-rimed leaves underfoot, not ready for sounds of water, what cold sand says, singing or to wolves I saw yesterday behind a chainlink fence apart from anything I know their eyes told me nothing, looking past me toward the hills where some indefinable shape motions me to come on by Jeanne Lohmann First published in 4th Street: January/February 2003 Jeanne Lohmann migrated from the midwest to northwest via Denver, San Francisco. She has had a lifelong love affair with poetry, and is committed to that vocation. Jeanne enjoys doing workshops and readings. Her recent collections in print include BETWEEN SILENCE AND ANSWER, and GRANITE UNDER WATER, a prose memoir, GATHERING A LIFE. Have about completed a new mss, A HABIT OF CONVERSATION. Jeanne notes that she "appreciate the way OPN enables and encourages poets in our community." |