Poetry question:
a. poetry of place
b. poetry of spirit
c. poetry of nature
d. poetry of family

Dove-twirl in the tall grass. End-of-summer glaze next door On the gloves and split ends of the conked magnolia tree. Work sounds: truck back-up-beep, wood tin-hammer, cicada, fire horn 
A. Poetry of Place

My birthplace vanished, my citizenship earned, in league with stones of the earth, Ienter, without retreat or help from history, the days of no day, my earth of no earth, I re-enter  the city in which I love you. And I never believed that the multitude of dreams and many words were vain. 
D. Poetry of Family

On the days when the rest have failed you, let this much be yours— flies, dust, an unnameable odor, the two waiting baskets: one for the lemons and passion, the other for all you have lost. Both empty, it will come to your shoulder, breathe slowly against your bare arm. If you offer it hay, it will eat. Offered nothing, it will stand as long as you ask. The little bells of the bridle will hang beside you quietly, in the heat and the tree's thin shade. Do not let its sparse mane deceive you, or the way the left ear swivels into dream. This too is a gift of the gods. Calm and complete. 
B. Poetry of Spirit

When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. I stop the car and carry him into the bushes. 
C. Poetry of Nature

Sometimes when you read things in your head, you skip overall small details/words. when you read aloud, you hear those words and it’s easier to comprehend what you just read. saying things aloud also you remember them.