Poems by Marriott Anne
Crying in Sleep
... The old dog cries out in sleephis blind head pressedagainst my ankle.I run my hand for comfort ...
On Reading that I am ‘Elderly’
... d faster because the wood was drycrying lookover the prim beast's headnot at the calendar looksee me ...
Prairie Graveyard
... s names weatherworn from tumbled sticks remember now the six thin children of a thin, shiftless home ...
The Wind Our Enemy
... ll gamewith broken wash-boiler, bucket withouta handle, Russian thistle, throwing upsections of soil ...
