Today's poem is by Laurie Lamon
Bird Call, Wave
Wife, my husband
said. Husband. The oceanthrough the shades, motion
and lightthe near callof the bird we had begun to call
the 4: o'clock bird.Then something else when I opened
my hand and turnedto the window side of the bed
where he had moved,having drawn the sheet, cold
and welcome, across my shoulders.Better to hear the waves.
Better the bird's cryreleased the way a spondee's
struck sound is meantto be given and givennot sweat
and mouth. Not the orchidfarmed and cut. No sound but the bird
and the sea, and no birdalone but eye to eye. And then the praise
that was the sea. And then the wings.
Copyright © 2006 Laurie Lamon All rights reserved
from Northwest Review
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