Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Chameleon


In a backbend, she is a petal
of a Black-eyed Susan,
a somersault turns her
into a morning glory at dusk.

When she waits near
her father’s vegetable stand,
calves and thighs become green husks
of corn.  Her teeth are kernels,

her hair a soft silk of tassel.
In the fields behind her farm,
she is sow’s thistles, fingernails shorn,
skin softly bristled.

Near a blackbird, she turns
to feathers, near a tree sparrow,
you can find a small dot
in the hollow of her throat.

When she hitchhikes to town,
she is a guardrail, she is dust,
she is roadside gravel.
When she wades into the river,

her rolled-up jeans are ripples,
ankles smooth like stone.
You can never tell if she is floating,
or if she has just disappeared.


Karen J. Weyant's work has appeared in Conte, Cold Mountain Review, Spillway, Harpur Palate, Poetry East and River Styx .  She is the author of two poetry chapbooks, Stealing Dust (Finishing Line Press, 2009) and Wearing Heels in the Rust Belt (Winner of Main Street Rag's 2011 Chapbook Contest). She lives and writes in Pennsylvania, but teaches at Jamestown Community College in Jamestown, New York. Her website is www.karenjweyant.com


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