Jan/Feb 2012

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Jude Goodwin

(These are excerpts—click on the titles to view the full pieces)

I'm watching things fall—
a laugh from the other room,
a letter, released from its pile


Her Music
the room is filled
with god rays,
or there's a dark rose bud
blooming in a tall glass vase


The Wind the Wind
Storm thugs are vandalizing
the neighbourhood, I can hear them
throwing things


The snow has stopped
poor poet watching
as beauty slumps away


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