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Jane Attanucci
Tipton Poetry Journal – Fall 2020
Natural History
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Jane Attanucci
As the congregation of meadow birds dwindles, I’m drawn to watch them, in ones or twos, slice the harvest gray air, goldenrods unfurling and brittle-brown Queen Anne’s Lace bowing low.
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Anne, my mother, long-deceased, steadfast resurrection-of-the-bodylife-everlasting kind of faith; my own stitched with awe & doubt in these dark November days of threatened catastrophe.
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Lithe-winged descendants of dinosaurs, fall birds stir hope and cold conclusions. Who will survive our reckless Anthropocene? Wild carrots sweep the path.
Jane Attanucci, a retired college professor, has poems published in the Aurorean, Bird’s Thumb, Off the Coast, The Pittsburgh Poetry Review and Third Wednesday among others. She was awarded the New England Poetry Barbara Bradley Award in 2014. Her chapbook, First Mud, was released by Finishing Line Press in 2015. Her first full-length collection, A River Within Spills Light, will be released by Turning Point in 2021. She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts.
