In 2001, I was fortunate to study with Laura Lush, a teacher of remarkable generosity. An acclaimed writer herself, Lush gently nudged me toward a dance of words on the page and gave me the courage to call myself a poet to a world beyond my family. Through her, I met the publisher of a literary press who published a chapbook of my early work.
- Alburnum Press, 2001
Water Balloons
We toss them at the picnic you’re missing.
At once seized, then a moment
in my fingers hot and awkward
the weighty shape slips.
I call it good but then
it eludes my grasp handily.
All these years of us—
these multihued makeshift balls of wet
you and I have been throwing
back and forth.
Copyright© Anne Langford