[Critique Group 1] Leonard's belated comments on Martia's Feb piece

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Joan’s sub for Feb 21



This is actually a vvisual poem.  



Dusk brings a loss of color perception. 



It is the tendency of like things to huddle inthe night. 



I can see the huddling of small stones, andcrows.  



What is this one who is waiting? 



He is singular. 



I don’t think it is the crows or stones.   



He or she is waiting for something. 



While the others are prepared for the night. 



This one is anticipating. 



Is he something like a night creature. 



An owl or a kyote.  



Are they waiting for a lover, or the moon.  



He is doing it singularly. 




 


Dusk



by Joan Myles




 


small stones



cluster




 


crows huddle



together




 


one



waits




 



 



 


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