Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Read or Listen



I Am The Woman*

who tore the bird
away from the cat

swaddled it lightly
in terricloth

walked up & down
the street with it

not knowing
what to do next

but then felt it move
shift in my hand

shuffle & flutter
I am the woman

who opened a bundle
& saw a bird rise

*This poem appeared in my graduate thesis, 1988

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