Poetry from Patrick Sweeney

the escape velocity of panicked sparrows




nearly all of me sitting with the sunny low-hop clover 




how the green of the forest waits 




a tall man standing in a field of radiant canola flowers




the deep night loss of hard geometries




cosmos dizzy with raindrops and breezes




out of the sun beneath the pines a change of scent




one less croquet player today




getting didactic with the pigeons in Takinosawa Park




a praying mantis born with her dukes up




the farmer's hands on his hips stretching back




apple blossoms eloping with the breeze




another boy has discovered a rainbow in an oil slick




back up pen after back up pen my arithmomania



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