At Any Moment

Poetry. How does Jean LeBlanc make her poems so comfortably alive? Her candor yes. Images already there. Full of surprise but amiably free of shock. She is one of us being singular. Such a pleasure then to enter and re-enter her world poem after poem and to share in the canny play of her language to follow the casual gambits of her agile mind as she turns the commonplace on its ear. On her ear. I laughed out loud. Im so pleased. I ache with the unexpected familiarity of her feelings. Her fancies. I find I am thinking of her as Jeannie. Look out! Look out! Its like falling in love again. Im going to read AT ANY MOMENT one poem a day to my wife--Edward Lueders.