Holding Glass

In 2001, I was fortunate to study with Laura Lush, a teacher of remarkable generosity. An acclaimed writer herself, Lush gently nudged me toward a dance of words on the page and gave me the courage to call myself a poet to a world beyond my family. Through her, I met the publisher of a literary press who published a chapbook of my early work.

Alburnum Press, 2001

Water Balloons

We toss them at the picnic you’re missing.

At once seized, then a moment

in my fingers hot and awkward

the weighty shape slips.

I call it good but then

it eludes my grasp handily.

All these years of us—

these multihued makeshift balls of wet

you and I have been throwing

back and forth.


Copyright© Anne Langford

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