Three Poems by Molly Weigel

  The Branch Won’t Survive   Aspen catkins Shirley Temple curls are new, I guess, this delayed spring, dangling sere and old over water, and broken maple branches hang down, still red and budding. A petal slides back like the hatch of a spacecraft. Bunched inside are hairs, the control center, living quarters for the crew, a docking station. The ducks are back. Faded ruddies … Continue reading Three Poems by Molly Weigel