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In a world where time is a fountain
with drum rhythms, sibilance but no
true tongue, rain writes on birch bark
“Once and once and twice again
dawn gives way to day, to dusk.”
In the birch’s book of psalms
stars travel down to spin webs
one tree top to the next.
By June stars start to bathe
in the quick language of creek water.
Crickets chant exuberant canticles.
Ed Ruzicka’s third book of poems, "Squalls", was released in March. Ed’s poems have appeared in the Atlanta Review, the Chicago Literary Review, Rattle, Canary and many other literary publications. Ed, who is also the president of the Poetry Society of Louisiana, lives with his wife, Renee, in Baton Rouge.
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