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The Boxer



Blue plastic kite
a piece of sky excised
caught in dry spikes of foxglove
left from autumn’s garden cleanup
flattened by broken pine boughs
earth-bound
takes a breath of wind
tries to punch its way out.











Sandra Kacher, a poet from Minnesota,comes to writing poetry after years of hearing about the inner lives of hundreds of therapy clients. Touched by Mary Oliver and heartened by Billy Collins, she brings a heart for beauty and an ear for music to her writing. Her poetry shares the ways she is moved by nature, human life and all the flotsam that catches her eye. As an older poet she is shaped daily by intimations of mortality, and most of her work is touched by loss – past or to come. Poetry keeps her open, fights off cynicism in a world that often leaves her listless.

See more of her work in 8.3