Today's poem is by Dora Malech
Small Ending
Each bird a yard bird
and wind throwing weight,
I know where you live,wind wanting in
and the same smack dab,
the best served chilled,bones aspiring
to bone dry, the last light
casing the empty house,fist and fistula,
flesh a fixed fight,
the blind turn, the drive-thruand the Bless you,
apt signage (Yield),
and days and still no signof sky, aspiring scarecrows
(our outstretched arms)
and the days, moving targets,trains mourning their own
and open-mouthed meters
and I reckon and we reckon.
Copyright © 2005 Dora Malech All rights reserved
from Chelsea
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