Barbara Larsen, WFOP NE regional vice president, lives with her husband
on a wooded bluff overlooking the waters of Green Bay in Door County,
Wisconsin. She teaches a life history writing class at the
Clearing-in-Winter and has published two chapbooks,
Beach Road Year and Pine Ridge 1937.
Other poems have appeared in Mag Mag, Fox Fire and
several regional publications.
3:00 A.M. At the Grand Terminus Hotel
From our 5th floor room
I look with Edward Hopper eye
upon the brick street below
where only the young are easy
in the darkness.
Distance and angle
heighten each small scene
played upon its stage:
young woman in white clicks across
then exits; a solitary figure
waits under the lamppost, watches.
In the center, a young couple kiss and part.
They do not know I enter their private worlds.
In my high perch I am owl or night hawk;
I feel the power of the hunter.
appeared in Rag Mag, Vol. 10, 1992; copyright © 1992
Sunset From the Deck
sun drops into the bay
Is that what dying is?
One tiny moment you are
the next, you arenít?
Slipping into... what?
I guess dying wonít be so bad
if thatís way it is,
one gentle plop...then
with colors spreading
across the sky.
Such a gentle death.
It makes good practice
each time we watch.
from Beach Road,
copyright © 1989
Vivaldi On a Starry Night
Finishing in the kitchen,
I delight in music
coming from the other room.
Violin, cello, sopranos, piano-
the Gloria in rehearsal.
Then I remember.
The mail is in its box.
Outside the woods
stretches up to touch
a crescent moon rising
in the eastern sky.
Two brilliant stars ride outpost.
The sharp clean air
quite takes my breath away
as I walk the country road
singing Laudamus Te at top voice.
Dark spirits of the day dissolve.
Light-hearted I walk back.
Positive, life-affirming Vivaldi
Could you have dreamed that
three centuries later
you would fill a womanís heart with joy
on such a crisp and wintry night as this?
from Beach Road Year, copyright © 1989
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