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Winter Smoke

Robert Schultz

From the stack outside the windowโ€™s frame,White smoke, mostly steam, breaks hard acrossA bright blue square of winter sky.It tumbles in gusts, and its knots untieThen vanish in air....

In A Field Of Weeds

Robert Schultz

โ€œMan is but a reed, the weakest in nature, but he is a thinking reed.โ€ โ€”Pascal, Pensรฉes Five degrees. Rough, shifting winds. Sunlight crashing Almost audibly, sky to snow-pack,...

Olive Bed

Robert Schultz

โ€œThere was a bole of an olive tree with long leaves growing Strongly in the courtyard, and it was thick, like a column. I laid down my chamber around...

When Lilacs Shake

Robert Schultz

Now, in April, when lilacs shakeย in gusts of rain, the crown-like budsย Waving thick and green on sceptre tips,ย I ask myself: What have we been.ย We two curled tight in winterโ€™s...