Pigeon Guillemots<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Dangle bright red legs
\nFloating and diving
\nLike simple sentences
\nBy the ferry terminal\u2014<\/p>\n
So close, and closing in\u2014
\nTheir glidepaths trimming
\nAcrobatic pilings,
\nRounding off the long division<\/p>\n
Of the tide. Spring: Saturday
\nopens a beer and passes it
\nAround. Dear sunlight,
\nWe missed your clean throw rugs<\/p>\n
Beating on the bay. Only less so, a bon-mot The world still has a thing <\/p>\n Kevin Craft <\/a>is the editor of Poetry Northwest. <\/a>He lives in Seattle, and directs both the Written Arts Program <\/a>at Everett Community College and the University of Washington\u2019s Creative Writing in Rome Program. His books include Solar Prominence<\/a><\/em> (Cloudbank Books, 2005) and five volumes of the anthology Mare Nostrum,<\/em> an annual collection of Italian translation and Mediterranean-inspired writing (Writ in Water Press). He has been awarded fellowships by the MacDowell Colony, Bogliasco Foundation, Camargo Foundation, 4Culture, and Artist Trust. His poems, reviews, and essays have appeared widely in such places as Poetry, AGNI, Verse, Alaska Quarterly Review, The Stranger, Poetry Daily,<\/em> and Kenyon Review.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Pigeon Guillemots Dangle bright red legs Floating and diving Like simple sentences By the ferry terminal\u2014 So close, and closing in\u2014 Their glidepaths trimming Acrobatic pilings, Rounding off the long division Of the tide. Spring: Saturday opens a beer … Continue reading
\nThere’s no place to get to
\nBut we’re going anyway.
\nGuillemot\u2014like guile,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWaiting to lodge itself
\nIn your bailiwick.
\nCompact. Glossy.<\/p>\n
\nOr two to show us,
\nMuch of which passes
\nFor guillemots today.<\/p>\n