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Today's poem is by Tara Bray

Being Seen
       

Pressed to sing to crowds, I'm hesitant,
unsure, prefer the cover of the canopy,
elusive like the grosbeak, but not quite shy.
Strict as a monk about my tea,
but aimless on rural roads
cluttered with the triumphant sharps of birds
and the double-tumbling of their flight.
It's here I roam and thrive.
My hungers churned from tangled vines,
all closing prayers shaded by kaleidoscopic leaves.
My mother loved the swallows one-by-one.
I want to touch you from here
behind the fringe. This is our world.
This is my only life.



Copyright © 2020 Tara Bray All rights reserved
from Colorado Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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