Today's poem is by Robert Lynn
Voicemail From My Mother
After Claudia Emerson
You know, I haven't heard from you in a while. Did I tell you
a bird flew into the house?
Found an open door on a cold day. Something small,like a chickadee, but even more chickadee than that.
I chased it around the house
with an upturned broom until I lost track through all thatsweeping of dirty air. This was a ways back, two cats ago.
I didn't see it fly out,
so it's hung in my mind ever sincean unclosed parenthesis.I've braced myself the way the ear hears a squeal of brakes
and begs for a thud.
Braced myself to find a tiny skeleton each time I cleanbehind the curtains or rearrange the furniture. Today,
opening the drawer of cords
that go to things I probably already threw away,it flew out, perched briefly on my shoulder,
then alighted hard,
and I mean hard, into the mirror of the closed window.
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