Poem of the Month, October 2017

Increasingly Adirondacks


As I hold no oceans, I seek.

My body belies its blue shallows and hollows.
My shapes similar to sand dunes ripple.

Landscape artists use postcards
when confined, deploy windows
in rainy weather. Like them,
I keep a false measure.
I skirt you.

You have a blue mountain or two,
a buried forest. Missile silos, if any,
you conceal.
You become increasingly real. You walk

into slides of my region,
a new screen.


from Locket by Catherine Daly, available for purchase here!