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Susan Cowger

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Bigger than Him

It was bigger than him Smooth heart wood     called a walking stick For a three-year-old trying to be older It’s not about walking     running Being first down the trail      nor about the tangle Of want and need        in his legs And it’s not about the way we roll The pitiful scraping of the chin While the spine      backbends around The roll and skiddish landing It’s not the extended yeowl       or the interminable pause Before there is breath or comfort’s coos…
Susan Cowger
June 30, 2018
Poetry

Having the Last Word

I’m holding a thought    in my mouth I’ve got it polished and smooth, and oh it’s hard II the middle like a rock        I spotted its glint just behind you In the neighbor’s decorative gravel          a confident little sas Calling me       as they say It’s my calling now           a rather remarkable Way to be       to feel right about something I mean I’m actually kind of proud to have it Tucked away        this lozenge held in my teeth      l Like a…
Susan Cowger
June 30, 2018