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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


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.