DPF / Brooks Barbour

For Day 30, the the last day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from a dear, ether friend, from her lovely book, Beautifully Whole.

from Red Scales / by Julie Brooks Barbour

Finally she threw him into the pond

behind her house where he sank to the bottom
and waited for her to call.

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DPF / Tufariello

For Day 30, the the last day of National Poetry Month, 2016, from a sweet friend and her book, Keeping My Name.

from Chemist’s Daughter / by Catherine Tufariello

        a Milky Way
was whirling on the tip of my fingernail,
ten thousand planets dancing on its pale
half moon

DPF / Akhmatova

For Day 28, my birthday day ten months away, from The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova.

from At the Edge of the Sea / by Anna Akhmatova (1889–1966)
Bays cut into the low-lying shore,
all the sails were fleeing out to sea,
And I was drying my salty braid
On a flat rock a mile from land.