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Weeds are not supposed to grow
but by degrees
some achieve a flower, although
no one sees.

From the January Issue

GAIL WHITE

The Note on the Dresser


Against the dusk the herons fly
in their usual perfect pattern.
When did the beauty who was I
become the present dreary slattern?

I've done the errands for today
but there is more I might be learning.
If in the dark I lose my way,
do not despair of my returning.

 

Gail White has appeared in several previous issues of The Rotary Dial. She is a regular contributor to formalist poetry journals and has twice won the Howard Nemerov Sonnet Award. Her latest chapbook, Catechism, is now available on Amazon.