April – a poem by Rita Moe

April

In a snow deep
meadow
of suburban
backyards
on a clothesline,
a single sweater,
bright crocus yellow, 
swings 
on a hanger,
as if my neighbor, 
impatient, 
has folded this field
into a chalice of white,
spiked it 
with yellow stamens
and made her own spring.  

Rita Moe’s poetry has appeared in Water~StonePoet Lore, Slipstream, and other literary journals.  She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, Sins & Disciplines and Findley Place; A Street, a Ballpark, a Neighborhood.  She has two grown sons and lives with her husband in Roseville, Minnesota.  

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