Marie Marshall (3 Poems)

Marie Marshall’s poems, now up at Underfoot Poetry

Underfoot Poetry

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The river’s in constant re-set mode,
sighting by its hand against the banks
what’s up and what’s down. It has
the tattoo of the sky in its eye. Two
girls, leaning against the wall, ignore
it, choosing instead to contemplate
:
hills and the warmth of each other’s
shoulder, but each has plashed puddles
that have (since) closed up, that eye
winking out. The river’s voice is
understated, catch some in a bucket
and it’s abated. Call by to see brother
:
Perch in his green-and-silver suit, to
maintain a plastic pot for washing
your brushes, to extract and filter.
Renew! The sun turns you to molten
copper. The river’s dare is born of
hills and ephemeral daymare tails.


from Potty Poetry
(a handful of poems printed on cards and left in the toilets at Burning Man 2016 )

1.
We met right here,
but this is no sleazy…

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