In the city,
glass-skinned buildings
like bitmapped mountains
pulse with interior stars.
Streets flow with headlights
like lambent corpuscles
navigating a maze
of webbed capillaries.
My neighborhood crawls
with progeny enough
to fascinate any ant farm gazer.
My house clings to earth
like mudded swallow’s nest,
bright as bowerbird canopy
strewn with colored nothings.
My children, too,
push over the edge
like wild, young larks
falling into flight.
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Merrijane earned a B.A. in English at BYU. She then served for 18 months in the Washington, D.C. North mission at the LDS Temple Visitors’ Center. After returning, she married Jason Rice, and together they are raising a family of four boys in Kaysville. Currently, she works for Deseret Mutual in the Media Development department as a technical writer and editor. See more of her work here, and of course at WIZ.
“Birds of Tanzania” (2010) by Nevit Dilmen via Wikimedia Commons.
Wilderness Interface Zone 
I really, really, really, really like this one. Did I mention I like it? Not to steal thunder, but it reminds me of some of the things I said about Lance Larsen’s poetry: http://wilderness.motleyvision.org/2012/laureate-of-sleepy-places-ladies-and-gentleman-lance-larsen/.
I can’t decide if it reminds me of what I said or of Lance’s work, but either way, yes.
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Just saw your comment, Jonathon. Thank you very much! To be reminded of Lance Larsen’s poetry when reading mine–or even to be reminded of something you wrote about his poetry–is a high compliment indeed.
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