With the grass reappearing
in blue shadows on vanishing snow
on things that don’t relate anymore
as a fake brick chimney the neighbor puts up
for most people don’t do that anymore
having a circus like the old times
one of radio rattles
could be all too post-traumatic
of words spit out without any break.
If you want something to work for it
on a good afternoon will be in gigabytes
if I signed my signature to it
if it had that kind of feeling
leaf after leaf falling
get with the program always doing it
about proteins and their benefits
to please call whenever necessary but leave me out of it.
That it never could be
for poor Saint Francis fell on his face in snow
in the Catholic’s pond by vandals
they couldn’t organize to save themselves
even in correlated landscapes of fern
was one out of five or ten intellectuals of our time
to be true or false collectively
with voices fading as they moved slowly away
singing silently
in pink and orange collars and tights.
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Joan Payne Kincaid has published a collection of work entitled Greatest Hits with Pudding House Publications. She has also published a book with Wayne Hogan entitled The Umbrella Poems in which we both contributed drawings of some of our poems. She has also published a collection of haiku entitled Snapshoots on the web at <TMPoetry.com>. Her work has been published in Gargoyle,Hawaii Review, Limestone Poetry Review, Licking River Review, Iodine, Hampden,Sydney Poetry Review, Main Street Rag, Santa Clara Review, Green Hills Literary Lantern, South Central Review, The South Carolina Review, Cross Currents, Georgetown Review, Edgz, 88, Oyez, Modern Haiku, Iconoclast, Lynx Eye, Yalobusha Review, Mother Earth Journal, Tule Review, The Quarterly, Cairn, among others.
Her other submissions can be seen here.
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