Poem
ahedderick:
“I AM NOT A POET,” I state, definitively. The poem, ignoring me, continues to flutter around the inside of the car, battering the windshield and my head with its tiny wings. Exasperated, I pull over at the entrance to a seldom-used dirt road. If I don’t give in and write the damned thing down, it will likely cause me to wreck.
They’re tenuous these
spider strands, silken threads, flaxen fibers that
bind us across states and continents
across the sea a friendly firefly spark
Dutch denizen of flat fields and flowers
a red goddess of discord counterintuitively
loving forge, flame, and family
generous alchemist, daughter of east and west
mothers new, watching toddler steps, and
older, letting go of children grown
we water our plants and bitch about them
ducks and dogs or ivy-wrapt bones
shall I send you a rock?
a wild walker of mountains and trails
Mutuals
Beloved
“Are you bloody-well satisfied?” I ask the tiny shape. It settles onto the back of the envelope. Flicking its wings, testing the words on paper with unknowable sensors on its miniscule feet. Accepting them, it hmmms a clear note, then vanishes. I am not a poet. I just can’t get the damned poems to leave me alone.
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