Jennifer Greene en "January in Montana" <p>Light from the sky is precious like sips<br />of hot tea, a luxury, elite. On my drive<br />to work, I pass through wetlands filled<br />with Canadia geese and hawks.<br />Morning frost drapes the hood<br />of my car in wet velvet. Fog lifts from<br />ponds: a lace shawl hugging<br />curves of the water's edge.<br /><br />Dead weeds in fields join mounds<br />of stone sugared under hoarfrost.<br />Snowflakes fluttering,<br />inexhaustible lovers waltzing.<br /><br />It's so easy to get caught up in the moment<br />that it's hard to focus on what happens Mon, 30 Dec 2013 13:33:00 +0000 Jennifer Green 12611 at "January in Montana" "River" <p>Do not murder the man whose<br />grandfather stole land from<br />your grandfather. Do not make<br />your grandchildren, who will<br />love you no matter what, decide<br />whether or not to tell the truth or<br />live like hollow stems.<br /><br />Don't let rage become a flash<br />flood, or a lightning bolt that<br />strikes you again and again.<br /><br />Would you save every tissue you<br />blew snot into? No, we cannot<br />save everything.<br /><br />Maybe we can't save anything<br />or anybody except ourselves.<br /><br />Some animals evolved from the Mon, 28 Oct 2013 12:00:00 +0000 Jennifer Greene 9981 at "River"