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Mary Lou Taylor


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We gather on the patio
to trace the path of an autumn globe
laser-beamed
over blue night sky.
Then one deep oboe note
and a silhouette appears. Honks
follow. High cries. Strident echoes
fill the air with unforgiving music.
They form two perfect V's
across the lambent circle,
sail beyond, travel south
to places only geese should fly.
 
 From The Fringes of Hollywood (Jacaranda Press).
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Mary Lou Taylor tried three other majors before settling on English. A teacher off and on for many years, she got serious about writing poetry after she retired. Author of one book and published in several journals and anthologies, she has a second book in the works and has proven retirement to be the myth it so often is by continuing to teach a few writing and poetry classes. Learn more about Mary Lou, who lives in Saratoga, California, at www.maryloutaylor.wordpress.com.

 

 


Post New Comment:
martin1223:
old snow • moonlight in the footsteps
Posted 11/19/2012 03:41 AM
marenomitchell:
I agree, Mimi. A moon poem worth its words.
Posted 10/26/2012 12:17 PM
mimi:
one can never have enough moon poems...nice one, thanks
Posted 10/26/2012 08:02 AM


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