POET OF THE WEEK
Denise Calvetti Michaels
Week of February 2
HOME LOOKS LIKE Tiny white lights during winter months we string together between bare branches of mountain ash and cherry.
HOME SOUNDS LIKE My husband whistling; Dad singing, our grandchildren singing.
PERSONAL MOTTO Find the meaning.
On the midnight train you will remember
sweet, burnt, marshmallow-mouth kisses;
Stillaguamish canoe trip, cold water wade,
knee-deep, hooking steelhead, rainbow trout.
The body’s ache for rain. Font of a buddy’s
name chiseled on the wall. Craving apricots.
These things you’ll remember, leaping
fireweed, ponytail ablaze, snaring seed.
On the midnight train you will remember
sweet, burnt, marshmallow-mouth kisses;
Stillaguamish canoe trip, cold water wade,
knee-deep, hooking steelhead, rainbow trout.
The body’s ache for rain. Font of a buddy’s
name chiseled on the wall. Craving apricots.
These things you’ll remember, leaping
fireweed, ponytail ablaze, snaring seed.