Poetry in Motion
New York
Dew
Kay Ryan
Dew
As neatly as peas
in their green canoe,
as discreetly as beads
strung in a row,
sit drops of dew
along a blade of grass.
But unattached and
subject to their weight,
they slip if they accumulate.
Down the green tongue
out of the morning sun
into the general damp,
they’re gone.
"Dew" from Elephant Rocks © 1996 by Kay Ryan. Reprinted with permission by Grove Press.
Jan Peeck's Vine (2012) © Joy Taylor, MTA Metro-North Peeskill Station.
Commissioned by MTA Arts & Design.