a literary journal published by the Black Earth Institute dedicated to re-forging the links between art and spirit, earth and society
yet three turtles sunbathe on a broken pipe,
others swim lazily over Skittles bags, Pepsi cans,
their checkerboard shells making progress,
their ancient heads lifting to breathe good enough air.
Life goes on here too, says the grey heron,
elegant as an italicized S,
as she spears a small, polluted crustacean.
Her fear sanded down by long living among humans,
she turns her head once, eyes gesturing
I know you.
will probably be dying,
I apply for citizenship
in the republic of ants and grass.
I lie under the venerable spruce
outside my porch,
watch at eye level
until the crabgrass, creeping Charlie,
sorrel and pine needles
slow my heart, slice my breath
into even steps downward.
Every green thing sequesters carbon,
Ants full of purpose hurry
to the top of a crabgrass blade,
then bustle down the other side.
Wind riffles my hair green.
Carol L. Gloor’s poetry appears most recently in Midwest Writer’s Center Writer’s Block online journal, and in the online journal Postcard Poems and Prose. She has work upcoming in the anthology Feminine Rising. Her chapbook, Assisted Living, was published in 2013 by Finishing Line Press, and her full length collection, Falling Back, was just published by WordPoetry in 2018.