Still not rescued, I watchwild birds disdain my privet’sberries, black like buttonsof a too-early prince caughtin Sleeping Beauty's briar.
Its spindle-shaped flowersare spilling a fragrancelike soporific wine,as if dandelionsand violets might escape
the lawn through branches knitwith leaves that fold on midribslike tiny yawns guardingthe sleep of a hundredsuburban Novembers. [End Page 14]
Judith Werner lives in the Bronx, New York, and has had poems published in many literary magazines and several anthologies. Previously an editor and teacher of poetry, she has won the Lenore Marshall Poetry Prize, The Academy of American Poets Prize, a Breadloaf Writer’s Conference Fellowship, and Third Prize in the Jesse Bryce Niles Chapbook contest from Comstock Review. For The Lyric, she has won Best of Issue Prize, Honorable Mentions, the Ronald J. Kemski Prize, and served as judge in another issue. Her poems have been published recently or are forthcoming in The Aurorean, Blue Unicorn, The Comstock Review, The Deronda Review, The Lyric, The Midwest Quarterly, Plainsongs, Sojourners, and Wisconsin Review.