Like feathers, they drift in
from somewhere out-of-frame,
and none of them can name
where they have been.
Too briefly do they stay
in-frame, falling, lifting,
lightly slanting, drifting
down and away,
with perfect gravity,
into the waiting grave.
They love us but behave
so thoughtlessly.
Jane Greer
Jane Greer edited Plains Poetry Journal (1981-1993), an advance guard of the New Formalism movement. Her poetry collections include Love like a Conflagration (2020) and The World as We Know It Is Falling Away (2022), both from Lambing Press. She lives in North Dakota.
Latest posts by Jane Greer (see all)
- “The beloved spectator who is myself”: Mary Jo Salter, Socially Distanced - September 21, 2022
- “What Is There I Will Not Let Go?”: Two New Books by Rachel Hadas - May 22, 2022
- Like Feathers - February 23, 2021
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