from Howled at the Moon
Felt Good
with two lines by Adrienne Rich
When the lake in the morning renders belief
that the water moves in one direction only,
that you know better than the current or the wet life
mass below, and then, the next day, there it goes away,
confounding habit. The altar of firs, the just-paved
dirt road, the eagle’s nest and the feeder creek have always
been a poem to you, a blood-warm mantra, a way to talk
to yourself. Now, the deer is born scarlet- …
TO READ BOTH POEMS, CLICK HERE: Two poems by Laura Goode
Laura Goode is the author of a novel for young adults, Sister Mischief (Candlewick Press, 2011) and a collection of poems, Become a Name (Fathom Books, 2016). Subscribe to her monthly newsletter, Ovaries and Bovaries: The Hell of a Dame here.
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