Today's poem is by Molly Brodak
After the Accident
1.
The wires are beaded
with starlings, their
scissoring hushes all
else. Through the onlywindow I can see
a woman in an ice blue
houndstooth suit, gloved,
walking soundlesslyto the other hospital doors.
Someone else's mother.
My own stands closeand touches me where
my hand used to beoh, what will I do
with my shoesthey call
after me at night:
laceless, unsatisfied.2.
How can those little
juncos hope
to settle in our
clever forsythia,which is only
yellow and yellow?
The bush darkens
like a heavy cupof their black bodies.
They hold their
heads aslantto look in my
window: one of
us is weightless,
they say.
Copyright © 2005 Molly Brodak All rights reserved
from New Orleans Review
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