Waiting to Hear About the Biopsy I sit watching whatever moves: clouds, a Steller's jay, one strand of spider web worked free from the branch, carried through these daylight hours by its own sheer weightlessness. Poems by Sharon Fain:
Waiting to Hear About the Biopsy
I sit watching whatever moves: clouds, a Steller's jay, one strand of spider web worked free from the branch, carried through these daylight hours by its own sheer weightlessness.
Poems by Sharon Fain:
Snowy Owl Getting It Right A Birth Waiting for the Bear Screen Saver Losing the Drought Isla Mujeres: Weeks Before the Breakdown On Hearing Jack Gilbert Talk About Death One Month at Casa Sotovento Out on the Deck at Sirens Waiting to Hear About the Biopsy Elvis at Chiang Mai High Desert Letters From Sarajevo On Seeing the Place Where I First Made Love
TIMES TEN: An Anthology of Northern California Poets