Poem of the Week, by Max Garland
Sciurus Carolinesis – Max Garland It’s hopeless how she loves this life. The gray squirrel digs a small moon’s worth of craters in the yard. Some she fills, some leaves open. I’ve seen her work a walnut, still green, round and round, shaving the surface down to the meat. It moves in her claws like … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Max Garland