Monthly Archives: February 2014

Robins

A fluster of feathers resolves into robin

cocking its head, curious,

emitting a rare

convoluted trill that

summons another fluster, just

feet apart on the fence,

tilting its head to sing a

silent orgasm of air.

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Those We Leave Behind

In Memoriam Elaine Maclean Miller (1952-2013)

 

Her knock on the door was always prompt,

her uniform spotless despite the

poverty of her house.

We held hands in those days when

five-year-olds took themselves to school,

me in charge, one month older.

Same family, different circumstances:

me urgently peering over the parapet,

seeking a way out of the North End;

her, kind, sweet-hearted but

unconcerned by horizons, staying within

walking distance of home.

 

Our side of the family live long:

hers die young, as did she,

bleeding out into soft furnishings,

her roots in the coffins of her kin,

mine waving about madly,

feelers in other air.

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