Saturday, April 30, 2011


Leaving laying

lines like bricks

one beneath the next

and then a song sometimes

creeps in, the mockingbird

shocking the night with his

trills and curlicue notes,

shrill rattlings

appropriated from car alarms

and other birds. I’ll finish this,

take off these heavy lovely

wings and return to baking,

laundry, and normal human things.

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