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Fischer, Joan (ed.) / Wisconsin Academy review
Volume 49, Number 4 (Fall 2003)

Poetry,   pp. 39-43


Page 41

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Foreshadowing 
Afterlife 
I've heard the neighbor's wind chimes in the dead 
still winter dark. I've heard, from hollow 
bones that quiver in the cold, 
chants, faint tones, that note the slightest wed 
of pipe to pipe. 
I've breathed the rose-thick atmosphere in wake 
of late spring storm. I've smelled the flower 
on ripped, still dripping stem, 
fragile petal flesh, sweet incense ache 
for skin to skin. 
I've tasted scraps of light on stones half buried 
in summer paths. I've eaten daily 
suns at night's tunnel ends, 
thrown rinds down at dusk, this ground so married 
to light, to light. 
I've watched the captured last careening flight 
of autumn leaves. I've seen the weight 
and the weightlessness rehearse 
sparse steps, dance a delicate remembered rite 
as twin and twin. 
by Jan Carroll 
Jan Carroll lives in west-central Wisconsin, where she works 
for a local publishing company as a technical editor and web 
coordinator. Her poetry has appeared in Cider Press 
Review, Inklings, Samsara Quarterly, California 
Quarterly, Borderlands, and Taint. 
A Celebration 
for Whitman 
I celebrate fat-bellied pike 
and schools of minnows in cool water, 
and the wolf on the run, I celebrate, 
and the hunter and the hunted. 
I celebrate fresh cut lumber and the smell of 
sawdust, 
and the touch against skin 
and the scrape of beech bark, I celebrate. 
An unknown voice 
and the thump in the dark, I celebrate, 
and I celebrate butter-fried fish 
and scent of mustard, 
and wet wood in autumn. 
I celebrate people with beating hearts, 
who keep time in rockers on wood porches. 
I celebrate water falling endlessly 
on rock and the taste 
of field onions left drying on lines, 
and the words I celebrate, 
and the grass and sea and sky. 
Myself I celebrate and you, Walt Whitman, 
for changing and being the same. 
by Gary C. Busha 
Gary Busha is a writer, poet, editor, and publisher 
living in Sturtevant. He recently reinvented himself as 
a teacher of English and writing at UW-Parkside and 
Gateway Technical College. 
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