Poems by Susan Rich

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Cougar Ridge

by Susan Rich

From Canary Summer 2012

Susan lives two blocks from Alki Beach, along the shores of the Puget Sound in the Duwamish-Green watershed.

The red squirrels sound their travel alarm,
bop their bodies, no dumber than small dogs.
Sometimes the world is all birdcall and breeze;
sometimes its one wild berry, a brindle moth.
Let August roam on another month
and if the universe complains, who cares?
Nothing to do but follow the trail, listen hard ~
as the madrones phone home, leaf up and disappear.
And what if we never went shopping again?
No luncheons or Monday nights at The Rose?
Wed gather, grow old, and Id imagine, foolishly grin.
Like these kamikaze squirrels ~ count me in.

Port Townsend, WA

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