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Keep your face to the sunshine
and shadows will fall behind you. -- Walt Whitman

Things That Happen While You Watch by Tom Sheehan

Things That Happen While You Watch by Tom Sheehan

A thin maple sprig

keeps bumping against

the package of night

closing like a fist

around it and refuses

to give in.




Loam, the rich nacre

of Earth, bottomland

in an axial thrust,

shoves against a mole

until the mole is

ingested.




A grain of sand,

stretching itself,

drives the ocean

back, back, always

back, against the moon

and quahogs.




The green escalator

of a field, dizzily,

frantically late,

throws its goal line

toward my son’s feet

in bedlam.




In summer a Bartlett pear,

yellow and freckled ripe,

skins itself on the teeth

of an old man immobilizing

a park bench.




The Earth, trying

to get away, drives

its volume into my eyes.

The corneas explode

at impact.



The Linnets Wings