Clare Rossini

Coffee on the Stoop
June 22, 2023 Rossini Clare



In the yard across the way, the neighbor’s cat—
the obese orange one
with chronically twitching tail—


toys with something once feathered.
A sparrow?
Gone, anyway, and the cat clearly joyed with the kill.


It seems the bird was entered into the great plan
as a thing to die
in another creature’s mouth,


And I, as a thing to watch and muse, exonerated
by the fence between.
Isn’t this why we try to think


ourselves beyond nature?
Wanting truths more pliant, wisdoms mired
in ambiguity’s fecund muck.  But—


face it—Nature’s nothing
if not crude.
It’s Big Swallows Little.   Cold Equals Death.


It’s Water Me, and I Will Grow.

Clare Rossini has published three books of poems, the first of which won the Akron Poetry Prize.  She recently co-edited an anthology titled The Poetry of Capital (University of Wisconsin, 2020). Her poems have appeared in publications such as Paris Review, The Kenyon Review, The Iowa Review, Plume, and Poetry, as well as in many anthologies, including The Best American Poetry series, in which she’s appeared twice, most recently in 2020.  She has received grants and awards from a variety of organizations, including the State of Connecticut, the Minnesota Arts Board, the Bush Foundation, and the Maxwell Shepherd Foundation; she’s also had residencies at MacDowell Colony, Yaddo, and the American Academy in Rome.