John Mateer
First Person
Barns and schools and houses hovered over the harvested fields
as he spoke, hesitant parenthesis around his words,
that Mesquakie telling of what was before the Americans
Their Memory
Come here, they would say, whether inviting
their own children or the submissives of the colony
into the hold of the recently arrived ship.
Come here and smell the bacalhau: Smell Portugal.
Salutations We Heard Up In Harlem
Hey snowflakes...