Today's poem is by Laura Van Prooyen
October
after Ana Castillo
It must be October, when the bones
of a mistaken bus. The bee
of nectar. The bee
a flower. Her hair already
already a tangle of bees.
full of children. It must be
turn yellow. It must be the yellow
may have thought: the promise
may have thought: long neck,
a nest, mistaken. Her hair
It must be October, a bus
the mother digging for bones.
Copyright © 2006 Laura Van Prooyen All rights reserved
from The Greensboro Review
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