I don't usually do much 'experimental' stuff -- but for some reason I
feel called to try this -- hopefully it will translate in email as
three even columns:
awake mid-night in last week's storm hundreds of ducks
crowded the curve of ice along the river low muttering a whisper
of wings in water everything quiet and heavy with snow this morning
that ice broken and covered with crows lifting their wings
in dissension if you were here i would tell you my life over a meal
pad thai or chile verde some too-bright too- loud restaurant you
passing through and i pale and lost days at a time -- i dream
a magician makes things appear, then vanish the kestrel takes
sparrows every day from the garden and now a red-tailed hawk
takes another i look in the mirror and see my neck has fallen
my breasts my belly irresistibly attracted to earth and i find it
no consolation that this attraction is mutual that this ground
rises to meet my foot the sky is still black the dogs are still
sleeping and a hand to the window-pane pulls back chilled
--
Sharon Brogan
http://www.sbpoet.com
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