Today's poem is by Lucy Anderton
Not Something To Be Captured, Did You See the Signs?
As if I know what
I'm doinghe marries
me. Did you hear that,
yes, the line of dolls
hung up on the bush
is too obvious? Rather
better: the spoon
full of milk left alone
in the broken palmthe ghost
song skidding out
the panein his arms I am
stillbut is still the best
way to beat this heart in-
to ticking? My ring
finger acheswe know it
is just winter knockingand the swallows
agree that this hour is
a fine one for freezing,
me ? I've got glue to melt
and reins to unbreak, mine
are needles dancing at top
speed under the skin quilt
pull it round youI will
shiver red and wakeful, but don't
ask me what
is going on. It's better
if you keep your returned
"I love you" to yourselfbetter
if I can let mine
out into the faint
haze around you not
to be answered, better
to wonder, emptying, so
much better to wait
Copyright © 2009 Lucy Anderton All rights reserved
from Crazyhorse
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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