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across the path<\/span><\/p>\n climbing one rung to the other my son is a stranger to me I want him to be kind.<\/span><\/p>\n How can something so tall The birch lean together I find the urge to red gooseberry Every day you get closer to leaving me <\/p>\n \u201cThe Roots Are Horizontal Ladders\u201d was published in the journal The Iowa Review<\/i>, winter 2014.<\/span><\/p>\n Colby Cedar Smith holds degrees from Colorado College and Harvard University.\u00a0 <\/span>She is the author of two chapbooks: Seven Seeds of the Pomegranate (2006) and Transplanted (2013).\u00a0 <\/span>She has been a semi-finalist for the \u201cDiscovery\u201d\/Boston Review Poetry Contest, and a finalist for The Iowa Review Poetry Award, the New Letters Poetry Prize, and the Colorado Prize for Poetry, among others.\u00a0 <\/span>Her poems have been published in Bellevue Literary Review<\/i>, Harpur Palate<\/i>, Memorious<\/i>, Mid-American Review<\/i>, Pleiades<\/i>, Potomac Review<\/i>, Saranac Review<\/i>, Spillway<\/i>, and The Iowa Review.\u00a0 <\/span><\/i>She lives in NJ with her husband and two kids.\u00a0 <\/span>You can read more of her work at www.colbycedarsmith.com<\/span><\/a>. <\/span><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\n<\/span>my feet find their way<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>his eyes are giant pools
\n<\/span>of wet stones.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>sway and keep its balance?<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>in their turning shade<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>categorize everything
\n<\/span>the names of trees and animals
\n<\/span>what we mean
\n<\/span>to one another<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>red of the fruit that opens yellow
\n<\/span>cleanly broken under a wheel
\n<\/span>red that is swollen and spiny and ripe.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>and it is as terrifying
\n<\/span>as finding
\n<\/span>a cardinal wing.<\/span><\/p>\n