Wordshop Poem

by Howard Dyckoff

In this collected reading
a frog pond serenade
Garden Emerald
velvet and
Forest canopy,
Beasts and men confront
or lie placid
in falling dusk
and rising moon light
This is the looking
glass of History
and the world,
This is who we've been
and who we are
[a fury of sound and vision
signifying . . .US.]

Note: Diane Wang posted these poems collected at the Wordshop. If she has misread the handwriting, please send corrections to dw@think-ink.net.