This Way About

<p>“Hoover’s poetry seems to me closely related to her music. We often speak of poetry as “musical” when in addition to the meaning of the words their sound has its own interest… These poems are frequently deeply heartfelt. They are also wonderfully varied.” </p><p>-Leslie Gerber (music critic poet and author of “Lies of the Poets”) </p><p> </p><p>And so we began a </p><p>silent circling vigil </p><p>I moving pausing </p><p>the hawk lifting gliding </p><p>then perching nearby </p><p>a long liquid dance. </p><p> </p><p>Musicmy love </p><p>you spoke to me as a child </p><p>watering the desert of my heart; </p><p>beckoning with urgency </p><p>you took my soul </p><p>for your own. </p><p> </p><p>Well handsome I guess it’s </p><p>not in the stars but </p><p>I’ll have </p><p>the touch of your suede </p><p>vest and the sweep </p><p>of your shoulders </p><p>to go </p><p>I took some leaves </p><p>a spider web </p><p>flowers rain </p><p>I cut them in pieces </p><p>sewed them in strips </p><p>and bound them with </p><p>ribbons. </p><p> </p><p>Running in the park </p><p>electric exhilaration </p><p>in a brisk wind </p><p>sweatshirts ruddy cheeks and </p><p>brotherhood </p><p>with the fast and slow</p>