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Mary Crow

Mary Crow

Mary Crow of Fort Collins, Colorado, is a dedicated traveler. Her poetry reflects her explorations of many landscapes and cultures. Retired from the creative writing program of Colorado State University, she applies for residencies that inspire poems.

Telling Our Fortunes


"The way the track of a bat tears through
               the porcelain of evening."
                              —Rilke


I started dealing through my days till they became transparent. As I fanned

them out, they spilled, you are. And then I tapped the table, pick a card. I

waited, unclenching my hands. Just think how rectangles formed by

sadness peel open. I begged, into panes of glass, springtimes through which

flowers rise, stalk by stalk, armor-piercing, casting off fire or chips of

solitude. And one, an ace, us, splaying, tearing through until we are left

with a whole new game.

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