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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.

Texas Natives

Apache Plum
Mexican Blazing Star
Blue Agave
Cherokee Sedge
Mexican devil-weed
Mexican elderberry
Esperanza
Fall Obedient Plant
Mexican feathergrass
Gaura
Mexican hat
Indian blanket
Jimsonweed
Mexican juniper
Kingcup Cactus
Lluvia de Oro
Mexican Marigold
Mexican Navelwort
Oreja de Raton
Mexican panicgrass
Queendevil
Red-spike Mexican hat
Mexican silktassel
Mexican thistle
Una de Gato
Velas de Coyote
Mexican weeping juniper
Xcanchac-che
Mexican yellowshow
Yerba del Cancer
Zitherwood

Copyright © 2017 by Cecily Parks. “Texas Natives” originally appeared in Harvard Review. Used with permission of the author.

 

Copyright © 2017 by Cecily Parks. “Texas Natives” originally appeared in Harvard Review. Used with permission of the author.

 

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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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

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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.

poem

The grackles plummet down to pierce the lawn

For seeds and fat brown live oak acorns and

Ignore the orange plastic watering cans

My daughters drop in the cold grass, my daughters

Saying, Goodnight grass, as if the blades they’d watered

By hand were their daughters, as if the grass