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      August 4, 2020The Tower Windows at KosikJames Ragan

      for Ivan and Dasha Havel

      From its eastern mooring, a blue cloud swings
      its sprattled feet, and night’s tall moon
      leans on chimney stacks of nettled roofs.
      Now a donkey clicks its wooden hooves, within reason.
      On still another’s night horizon, poplars sit,
      just barely seen. They plant thin arms in hobo weeds
      as if to seed the southern pasture with a pond
      for fish to glow in, gold before a fire pit.
      And through the north pane’s glare, the eye delights
      in apples as in leaves, and dusk delays
      to keep our daydreams green and growing free
      as apricots in stacks of wood or ginko trees.

      But in the west, reflections stow their thoughts
      in glass so clear it mirrors the room in books
      and all each seeks as worlds within us. Listen,
      now departs a lost soul’s journey into genius.

      James Ragan was the guest on this week’s Rattlecast! Click here to watch …

      from Issue #12 - Winter 1999

      James Ragan

      “I write to break down borders. My sensibility has always been global, to find expression through my poetry, plays, and films to bring individuals and worlds, seemingly apart, closer in understanding.”