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Susan Spear

Last year we laid squares of sodDown in our bare yard. At first,Pale, slender spears grew tall and sparse.When the wind blew, the blades bowed.Evenings, we watered. And once,...

Pieta

Susan Spear

Your gown falls fold on fold, Mary, fullof shadows softening your odd proportions.You sit all wrong, holding Jesus’ body,his large frame draped across your too-wide lap.Your over-sized right hand...