Today's poem is by Amie Whittemore
Nocturne
after Ruth Awad
Like a violin waiting the bow,
when I thirst, I dreamof bobcats,
dream of bluegills, alligators,
whales, creeks, hot airballoons, fatherless
animals, windless
coasts, abandoned homes.I push into the unabashed
territories of longingviolets,
mornings, meadows, tonguesand the world is delicious again.
We have no idea how to live here.To forget how you tasted those leggy afternoons
when our bodies spilled
like wine across the floor,is to admit a hawk into the house.
Is to wring a rag of water.When I'm in the thicket
with my smaller hungers,
I don't need to know every caveand what it stores, cool
and damp, for you. I don't need
to know how many nestsare lined with your hair.
There's nothing tame about twilight,
this old song shaking the sweetgum leaveswhen I thirst I dream
like a violin waiting the bow.
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from Birmingham Poetry Review
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