In celebration of National Poetry Month, poet Stazja McFadyen of Poets for Human Rights, shared Whiff -- a poem that's giddy with Spring -- along with other poets' works in her April 2024 e-newsletter. For information about Poets for Human Rights, send an email to Ms. McFadyen at poetsforhumanrights@gmail.com
Whiff
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Open air is all my hearts
its beckon shirts my days
What wildly loves in me
grows in clumps
or tufts in rain or ditches
and never fails
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This open air is my every kiss
as birds scoop straw that strays --
My out beyond
flies upside down
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While side by side my simples wilt to grow
and homes of home are made
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Largest is my love in open air
and steps to gathered chores
are what I am --
These sacred swoops of nows-to-then
and my being made of twine
of twirls or hope embraced
or dripping brims
of bucket-years that play
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      -- Hiram Larew
This poem previously appeared in Fevers of the Mind. Â