I would watch the earth where heaven's tears
had streamed its face
to gather proof that creatures
lived beyond the looking glass.
When flies would hatch, not the blue bottle, green,
though bottles littered the shore of my life
while I waded deep
trying all the time not to drown,
these May creatures seemed to appear like ether
flumes. Ain't it amazing how
one creature attracts another,
and still, another to that?
Lawrence Carradini, has had poems published in
numerous journals, including The Cafe' Review, Long
Island Quarterly, Mobius, Reflect, Salt Hill (Syracuse
University), Stirring, PoetryBay, and Walt's Corner.
His translated work appears in the journal, Contemporary
Foreign Literature (Nanjing University, Nanjing, China).
Additional translations are scheduled for the Chinese
anthology, Selected Poems of Twenty Post-Beat Poets.