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Cecily Parks is the author of the poetry collections O'Nights (Alice James Books, 2015) and Field Folly Snow (University of Georgia Press, 2008) and the editor of The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses (Everyman's Library, 2016). She teaches in the MFA program in creative writing at Texas State University.

Front Yard Rhyme

Stone path, oat grass, stray cat, snare,
feather drift in feather air.
Laurel, anthill, train horn blare,
pecan shell shards on the stair.
One cat gnaws,
one wing tears.
Less song for the power line to bear.
Coo-OO-oo she sang, my dear.

Copyright © 2018 Cecily Parks. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in Tin House, Spring 2018.

Copyright © 2018 Cecily Parks. Used with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in Tin House, Spring 2018.

Cecily Parks

Cecily Parks

Cecily Parks is the author of the poetry collections O'Nights (Alice James Books, 2015) and Field Folly Snow (University of Georgia Press, 2008) and the editor of The Echoing Green: Poems of Fields, Meadows, and Grasses (Everyman's Library, 2016). She teaches in the MFA program in creative writing at Texas State University.

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            Fort Bonneville, Wyoming

Along the highway there’s a place
where nothing’s left: suggestive mounds of dirt,
a marker to commemorate abandon

inside this elbow of the Green. Bristly
cottonwoods abound in serpentine, bound
by water to the banks their roots uphold—

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I was looking for an animal, calf or lamb,
in the wire, metal and hair along the fence line.
Wire, metal and hair and there, in the gully, a man

I was pretending was dead. I pretended
to leave him where the woods met the meadow,
walking fast because I’d left my horse lashed

to a

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Solstice dabbles behind the hills, whitefire at the horizon well into what should be evening, well into after, meting out to what should be the privacy of night illumination enough to fray the sky.   

Black wings snuff out the owlish air in the cottonwood’s elephant silhouette, readying a backlit section of

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