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American Life in Poetry: Chipmunk

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American Life in Poetry: Chipmunk
Morris Minnesota 607 Pacific Avenue 56267

By Ted Kooser

I love to sit outside and be very still until some little creature appears and begins to go about its business, and here is another poet, Robert Gibb, of Pennsylvania, doing just the same thing.

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For the Chipmunk in My Yard

I think he knows I'm alive, having come down

The three steps of the back porch

And given me a good once over. All afternoon

He's been moving back and forth,

Gathering odd bits of walnut shells and twigs,

While all about him the great fields tumble

To the blades of the thresher. He's lucky

To be where he is, wild with all that happens.

He's lucky he's not one of the shadows

Living in the blond heart of the wheat.

This autumn when trees bolt, dark with the fires

Of starlight, he'll curl among their roots,

Wanting nothing but the slow burn of matter

On which he fastens like a small, brown flame.

American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. From What the Heart Can Bear by Robert Gibb. Poem copyright 2009 by Robert Gibb. Reprinted by permission of the author and Autumn House Press. Introduction copyright 2009 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.

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