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A Meditation on the Planet Earth

I am not the wind Though each breath takes some particle on a flight I am not the roar nor

I began working at Bethlehem Steel’s Sparrows Point Plant in 1973. I had graduated high school in 1968 in Connecticut

Photo used under a Creative Commons license from flickr user Jasperdo In the 1970s, I was living in Waverly, near

Mac peered over his machine. His frantic foreman missed the wiser-than-you’ll-ever-be smile. Mac was never disrespectful. But nobody messed

I peel leaf-colored clumps from my shovel. The clay carries memories, art class, wonders of the kiln, the rabbi’s head

The presidential scholar drips delicate fingers down his chin. With smooth, white, Ivy-infused certitude, he promises. Our institutions are strong.

“The tinge of their taut skin is somewhat grey; their eyes are like dull, dark circles.” Wide awake in my

Animals go loony when earthquakes and volcanoes gather their murderous forces. But dogs and owners sleep silently even as teachers

Anne Judy Godwin Poem II odd times like the way a sunbeam hits a car’s chrome I remember Anne “Judy”

You told me to stay with your brothers at the open bar, while you kicked off the glowing shoes that