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34. To the Stars Through Difficulty: Lori Brack

Sky slips a catalogue of stars into mailboxes
all over your river town. Midnight, and Pleiades play
their old game. A train whistles its way.
Blackbirds ride ditch asters that hallow the deer
slipping out of her dun coat in the grass,
turning back its unhemmed red edge to the dark.
Porch lights cast a net where the river makes its bend,
and from there your little town glistens
like a cocktail dress flung across the bed
burning itself out against shelterbelt black.

– Lori Brack

66. Not Yet Flying

The velvet bump

of tadpoles against my

palm, hundreds

of fat, black bodies

wiggling in the galvanized

tub, bodies my brother

planned to make bait or money.

My sister and I plotted

to release them,

half-legged and stubby tailed.

When we picked up the tub

between us, they sloshed

and plopped on the patio

like ripe cherries.

My brother sent

the bait man’s three dollars

away with a comic book

coupon and we teased him

when the thick envelope

arrived marked Joe Weider,

Trainer of Champions.

All that summer my brother

left his t-shirt on

to hide his belly.

My son’s sharp shoulder

blades stick out like wings.

We go to find tadpoles.

I want to show him how

their comet shapes sprout

legs and front arms and

stand-up eyeballs.

We kneel beside the sandpit,

barely a ripple in the water,

only carp, and a throaty

vibration from a clutch

of frogs.

– Lori Brack
Lori Brack’s work has appeared in The Packingtown Review, North American Review, Rosebud, and other journals. Her first chapbook, a poetic script for a work of performance art in collaboration with artist Ernesto Pujol, A Fine Place to See the Sky, was published in 2010.

14. At the Museum of Flowers

When I say zinnias do you see them,

Mexico colors, in high Kansas summer

behind the red brick garage? Is your mother

freckling in the sun, holding the green

garden hose gushing water into the bed,

making creamy mud shine like icing?

Do the monarchs light and flutter

from frilled bloom to bloom?

And can you lift them as your father

taught between your first grade fingers,

set one on each shoulder, and

walk into the house wearing wings?

All that summer and deep

into September, will you visit zinnias

hunting for plundered flight?

– Lori Brack

Lori Brack’s work has appeared in The Packingtown Review, North American Review, Rosebud, and other journals. Her first chapbook, a poetic script for a work of performance art in collaboration with artist Ernesto Pujol, A Fine Place to See the Sky, was published in 2010.

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