by Catherine Abbey Hodges
Someone's shaken pollen
into the little web. You suspect
the sunflower, though it's hard
to think straight, hard
to do anything but go back
to sleep and finish the dream
over which, like the wind or love's
decedents, you have no control.
Just so with the spider, the pollen.
Love's a free fall, time's a fable,
love's the only time you've got.
--from Instead of Sadness (Gunpowder Press, 2015)
SELECTED POEMS ONLINE
An Algebra of Fifty in Verse Daily
Our Lady of Betwixt in Cider Press Review
South of Cayucos / Polaris / January Villanelle in Connotation Press
Anniversary in String Poet
Something to Fill in The Cresset
How to Begin in Verse Daily