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Exploring the world, one voice at a time.
Daybook
Sunday — September clouds trail the hillsides,
misty fingers and thighs
Monday — pancakes a little burned,
gold leaves spend all their luck on scent
Tuesday — you, a splash of yellow – you, the sun
in the brook, our legs twined like branches
Wednesday — the dog lolls on the rock, ducks
murmur to the reeds, layers added and shrugged off
Thursday — the tall reeds cupping their hands,
the fire sputtering awake, quiet path to the bath house
Friday — the last hour of the day — the day with its heaving,
its hike, everything thrown together
Saturday — skin softly wind-washed, tented and warm,
my soul untaught, bashful and surprised
©2019 by Judith Chalmer
Recently, Judith Chalmer’s poems appeared in Birchsong anthology, journals Leaping Clear, Blaze Vox, Third Wednesday, Stone Canoe, Blue Unicorn, and Leveler. She is the author of one book of poems, Out of History’s Junk Jar (Time Being Books, 2005) and co-translator with Michiko Oishi for two books of haiku and tanka: Red Fish Alphabet (Tokyo, 2008) and Deepening Snow (Plowboy Press, 2012).
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Folded Word 
written beautifully.
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So intriguing and compelling! Thank you!
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