Two Serious Ladies is named for the 1943 short novel by Jane Bowles.

“I have my happiness, which I guard like a wolf, and I have authority now and a certain amount of daring, which, if you remember correctly, I never had before.”


― Jane Bowles
Two Serious Ladies

 

from Mist Nets by Stephanie Anderson

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Parrots announcing

                          Dinosaur hooks on wing crooks

Life upon life
              Insect chords
A fork-tailed wood nymph

You say A double-toothed kite?

                                                Pink bulbs

You say Fishtail palm

                                     Large leaves dropping
A march of holes across a leaf

                  Scanning for monkeys

You say I don’t like the sounds here

You say We can use that leaf as sandpaper to smooth
You say Can you tell ruddy?

You say Someone said that about passenger pigeons

You say Rail in the trail
You say Over here, who is this?

                     A cooperative spider web

You say Up in the tangle?
You say There’s something flycatching

                                                     A rusty see-saw

You say What’s green with a yellow belly?
You say Why do we call ours oxbow?

            A summer kitchen
A coquette
A long-tailed tyrant

            Frolicking between the chiggers

Another kind of nightjar
                                     The call dropping from major to minor
                      A high whistle

You say I do like talking to owls
You say It is the hour of commotion

You say Because it happened after dinner

                                                            Lemon-throated
                                    Chestnut-eared
                                                            Pale-legged

You say I remember the name, so I know I saw it

                                                            Plain-wing
                                                            White-browed

You say That was the black-throated
You say What about fruit?

                                                            Slender-footed
                                                            Pink-throated
                                 Hooded
                                                            Masked crimson
                                                            Golden-belly

You say Female, in the morning

                                                            Rusted-back
                                    Yellow-rumped
                                                            Olive

You say That’s actually all about the birds


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You say One of my toes is still wet

                                                            Silver water against early

Rain, a rooster-call
The sweet swept air

              Thunder fall

You say Again, again, don’t go by the name

                                                            Honking the bends
A new kind of monkey

The mountains greening at approach

You say Like dirt’s going to do any good and stay

              A police checkpoint
Marbles
              The grass dried gold

Filtered light
              Clay brick
An alphabet chalked

              A woman weaving
Ruins down

Trees arrow-straight against the severe slope

Two poles holding hay against the hill

                          A pink house

You say We didn’t check in on the vultures

                                     A city lined with hillside stars


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                  Cobblestones

Pale-vented

                                                            Double-faced ring

                  Magpie

                  The weighted hand

You say An armada of whales

                                 Russet-backed
                                 Lineated

You work a more elaborate list

                                 Undulated
                                 Palm-throated
                                 Yellow-browned

One shade meeting another

                                                                                                                                    

Stephanie Anderson is the author of four chapbooks, including In the Particular Particular (winner of the 2006 DIAGRAM/New Michigan Press Chapbook Prize) and The Nightyard(winner of the 2009 Noemi Press Chapbook Prize). A full-length book, In the Key of Those Who Can No Longer Organize Their Environments, is forthcoming in Summer 2013 with Horse Less Press. She edits Projective Industries.

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