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Friday, April 24, 2015

Poetry by Pamela Laskin


                                                                Awakening


Sand
sea
me
miles
of lonely beach,
I walk with the sky
where?

Not certain
but the turn
and piping plovers
hundreds of them
still as stone
gaze at the awakening day.
What are they waiting for?

Maybe
just  to greet the sun
listen to the waves
smell the sunrise,

as if
this is all
that really matters.


Pamela L. Laskin is a lecturer in the English Department, where she directs the Poetry Outreach Center. Poetry collections include: REMEMBERING FIREFLIES and SECRETS OF SHEETS (Plain View Press); THE BONSAI CURATOR and VAN GOGH’S EAR; (Cervena Barva Press), DARING DAUGHTERS/DEFIANT DREAMS (A Gathering of Tribes) and THE PLAGIARIST (Dos Madres Press). Several children’s books have been published, too, VISITATION RITES (Diversion Press) and HOMER THE LITTLE STRAY CAT (Red Balloon Press)  the most recent.


Visitation Rites

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