© Tess Taylor '00
Unsettled now, they scatter open—
inner chaos lifelike as odd birds.
They hold alibis & chatter, whir
of windows. Initials on a tarnished pitcher.
Spidery pencil, Minneapolis, 1867. “Dear friend Lulu:
A cold wind whips this barren prairie.”
Bombay 1927: “I was presiding at the high school Jubilee:
the speaker referred to me as missionary Patriarch—”
1913: Helen’s verses to dawn on the Lusitania.
Helen crazed in Brussels and the Pater