For an hour I was a maple tree,
and under the summer of his fingers
the notes seeded and winged away

in the clutch of small, elegant helicopters.

Poetry, July/August 2009

Over at The Lit Pub, Karolle Rabarison praises Beasley’s I Was the Jukebox, particularly the poems “The Piano Speaks" (above) and "Unit of Measure”, both of which first appeared in the July/August 2009 issue of Poetry.


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