River

© Margaret Wesseling 2020

Step out
even though it's still cold
and the water tears your feet.

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And all the women

© Margaret Wesseling 2021

And all the women get together
and sew up a phone list
and weave copies for everybody on the loom
and pass them around

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Quiet Beginning

©Margaret Wesseling 2015

Oh my god. Well you really put your foot in it this time. How is it possible for someone to be so stupid and so blind?

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Smoking

© Margaret Wesseling 2021

 

The thing is
there aren't many poems about smoking.
I can't think of one.

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Fox Keeper

© Margaret Wesseling 2015

One morning he found a fox in a trap. Its paws were already bloody from digging at the bars. 

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What She Said

from What She Said, © 2012 Margaret Wesseling

When my sons went to America --
ten years of silence.

You might ask if I was lonely.

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Jumping

From What She Said, © Margaret Wesseling 2012

Jumping off the cliff last time
you were with me you were not with me.
Your hand across my back all the way down.
My dog's face by the door. A train
running through Nordic forests. Pain.

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