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The curve of the lens bends the ray of light

as it shifts to the delicate strand of web on the leaf.

Brown edges betray the gold grandeur of autumn

illuminated by the morning sun that quickly climbs

to the top of Dickie Ridge only to move in an arc



Taylor Cherefko 2/22/09–10/3/22

The day lilies are almost

In bloom, struggling for

A spot in the sun next

To the cattails along the small

Rivulet of water that

Divides grasses, tall

And thick from


The front yard is dotted

With colorful frames that

House swarms of bees

And wild…



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Poetry is a physical,

invisible source of light

that peeks from

holes inside of us;

it is a voice for the

physicality of eyes and fingers

and a product of the process

of healing from little scars

and gaping eyes and ears

of small children.

A “journey of a nervous…



More space than matter,

I wonder why I haven’t

drifted apart from myself

(though to be true,

I have more than once),

gluing the atoms together

and forming what I thought

I should be or what

everyone else thought I was.

Not recognizing the image

that stares at me from



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I take the bits

and the forces

that bond them together,

and scramble them

in the clouds above

and in the bowels of the earth

to rearrange the way I see myself

in order not to fear the view.

I see your skin

touch the sky in splendor

as you…



Joanne Zarrillo Cherefko

Award-winning educator and published poet: A Consecration of the Wind, Fragmented Roots, and Souls Tilled Like Soil. Website: