Poetry
from Vol. 16, No. 1
The Meek
The crickets of late September
keep nothing
except the leftover white
of the workaday clover between
the garages abutting
Berwick Street;
the white certainty that the clematis
has curled back over the rec center’s
chain link fence
like the veil over a pillbox hat,
but vanilla
you have to think about;
and all the bright nights dwindling
simply up
to the steady amen
their calm wings know;
little kyrie of the chanting
starlight.
Frannie Lindsay’s third volume of poetry, Mayweed, won the Washington Prize in 2009, and was published by The Word Works. Her previous books are Lamb (Perugia) and Where She Always Was (Utah State University Press). Her awards include the Missouri Review Prize, a Massachusetts Cultural Council Artist Fellowship, and the National Endowment for the Arts Literature Fellowship.