by Elizabeth Cohen
woke up to the other side
smell of the crunch and cobble of late grass
bloom the morning
smell of over
smell of early
had a glass of chilled maybe
with some toasted perhaps
the lace dress of the frost
looking so very
and now the dancing,
now the swaying
Elizabeth Cohen is a professor of English at Plattsburgh State University where she teaches creative writing. She is the author of four books of poetry, most recently What the Trees Said (Split Oak Press, 2013); a memoir, The House on Beartown Road (Random House), and a book of short stories, The Hypothetical Girl (Other Press). She lives in Plattsburgh, New York with her daughter and way too many cats.
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