Ann Cale




Spoors

Madam, you are enticing me again;

you are tickling my funny bone

with these mushrooms you have grown up in the night.

They are the tender oddments of your thought:

Stinkhorns, Earth Stars, Corals and Clubs,

graceful or gross, bland or gall

and I have stolen them to lay along a paper towel.

Trapped again, enchanted,

I am your creature.

You have made me smile,

raining down your storm of dusty fingerprints:

miniature nebulae,

coronas behind black stars.




After a long hiatus working as a journalist, Ann Meredith Cale is writing poetry again.  In the 1980s her poems appeared in US1: An Anthology: Contemporary Writing from New Jersey, the U.S. 1# Worksheet, and the Berkeley Poet's Co-op Worksheets.  In 1980, she received a grant from the New Jersey Council of the Arts for a poetry manuscript.








                                    

 

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