Lynne Potts
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March
Is sitting by a hollow tree trunk
with another month to go
you can’t find your car keys
you can’t think what July looks like
snow exposing road kill
broken bottles outside McDonald’s
a few Johnny-jump-ups
phony forget-me-nots
junk in the alley
junco on the fence
sticky sap in the maples
pregnant magnolias but not yet
it’s all stagnant potential
bats stuck to attic rafters
I braced myself against
a wind tunnel by the Hancock
pigeons threw crumbs at me
I threw them back
Everyone acts like March is nothing
but it should be locked up.
Lynne Potts has three published books of poetry, two as winners of National Poetry Review Press contests. The third by Glass Lyre Press. In addition, more than 150 of Lynne’s poems have appeared in journals such in Paris Review, Yale Review, The Southern Review, American Letters, California Quarterly, Carolina Quarterly, Cincinnati Review, Conduit, Commentary, Confrontation, Denver Quarterly, Georgetown Review, Meridian, New American Writing, Southern Humanities Review and many others. Lynne has been the recipient of several awards including four fellowships. She lives in Boston and New York.
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