This is a poem that is outside my usual line of interest, so it takes a great one to make it through. Cecily Parks's poem "The swallow dips her wing in midnight pools" here in Phantom Limb issue 8, summer 2013 is one such poem.
She has a sense of a world you don't often think of in poems, of swamps and darkness--her focus is excellent. This is a great example of how a concrete focus can make amazing verse, when most usually muck it up.
Here's an excerpt:
My swallowchasing on the boardwalk
distresses the swamp, each footfall [...]
When I lean my head-and-shoulder silhouette
over the railing, the unsettled swampwater
will not reflect it. Swamp, forgive me for wanting [...]
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