Friday, February 27, 2015


is there such a thing as seasonal "effective" poetry?   

county creek eyelet 
Harvey S. Mozolak

words written with the churning flow
of an early spring mountain stream
reaching the piedmont
where it slows the flow
to eddy and feed the red clay
with life that wiggles 
almost imperceptibly with the rapidity
rocks wove miles and months ago

winter’s limp leaves and storm-stripped pine
aground a decaying line
graying green at the undisturbed edge

stepped into it swirls 
around the wet walking boots like roots
the untying shoe laces
looking for the march
into April of furtive fin and feather

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