Mary Meriam: Three Poems
Laurel’s Leaving She alone moon-howls trees’ leaves down, fashions a strapless fall gown, garlands bare skin with snake-greens culled from neighborhood queens, a hat plucked from holly and fir, then lets those heels that crippled her die at the moss-rich trunk base coated with white mildew lace, and steps barefoot to the scene on holy …