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Angie Macri is the author of Underwater Panther (Southeast Missouri State University Press, 2015), winner of the Cowles Poetry Book Prize. An Arkansas Arts Council fellow, she lives in Hot Springs, Arkansas

The Labyrinth of a Tree

When pulled, the spider web took another form.
The bull’s-eye relaxed, the bull unseen but felt,
skull on muscle paused on the forest floor.
The girl said oh, as she had heard her mother
say before. The spider had already hidden
in the labyrinth of a tree. The city ran
on coal and gasoline as it breathed, impatient
in the heat it generated in its need. The bull
kept one hoof in the woods, one on the road,
and didn’t blink. The girl, gone backward
from his eye, wiped the silver of his face
off of her own, aware now of its size, one eye
as large as her face. Even after she’d walked on,
she still sensed threads across her skin.

Copyright © 2018 Angie Macri. Reprinted with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in The Southern Review, Autumn 2018.

 

Copyright © 2018 Angie Macri. Reprinted with permission of the author. This poem originally appeared in The Southern Review, Autumn 2018.

 

Angie Macri

Angie Macri is the author of Underwater Panther (Southeast Missouri State University Press, 2015), winner of the Cowles Poetry Book Prize. An Arkansas Arts Council fellow, she lives in Hot Springs, Arkansas

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or bear, came from the swamp,
what had once been a lake from a glacier,
then the meandering bed of a river, softer
than any bed a man had ever made.
The river had been dammed,
slowing, filling to prevent a drought
in a place where clay prevents rain
from becoming groundwater.