Read To Me Some Poem
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by Nora Bonner, writer and musician
...these poems both tangle and untangle a lifetime of complex ideas and beliefs, pulling them apart before sitting them down at the kind of dining table we've always hoped to find. They evoke stimulating and rewarding conversation--the type of rich back and forth that makes an entire evening pass by without notice.
by Tony Connor, poet, playwright, academic
...The poems in this collection speak with a grace and modesty which often conceals their high purpose; yet these quiet utterances carry within them Lewandowski's full understanding of her unusual powers...I recommend the book to a wide audience.
Dog Walk
We take a walk, balancing the leash
between us. I stroll the leaf lined
path; you tremble, lightly nosing
a stand of ferns, scouring
scrub pine stripped down
by the park staff, once the shelter
of roughly feathered ducks.
Now their chicks drive circles in the lake
as their mother leads them away from us.
You linger, lost in a menu of deep dirt,
hot animal secrets, tell-all scents
of fur, feather, downtrodden grass.
Our wait time measures how richly
each register supplies the news
you need. I walk with a heart
like a blowing flag,
never knowing the redolent
ripe aromas rising
toward you.
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