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Blackbird, The Heart

September 7, 2016

Two poems published in Dark Mountain Journal 9. 

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BLACKBIRD                                                         

Song well known for its melodic, mellow tone,

a clear and loud fluting (almost in the major key)

                                    Collins Bird Guide

 

Night slides in

behind the wet glass door

 

when its song begins    pouring

through our thin routine

 

And yes    we were just asking

the warmth in the rock

 

first bright day  

air like silk in our mouths

 

Now the answer rings

with the sudden flare

 

of an unseen yellow eye

it’s coming it’s coming it’s coming

 

Glass blacks back

our running faces

 

gathering in the day

It’s coming 

 

 

THE HEART                                                                                                                                 

 

a mile from the house

we stopped walking                                                     

lay down in the damp evening grass

 

we’d thought the open field

would let us breathe                                                    

we were wrong about that

 

even out here                          

over the mud-flat sweep

and curlewed folds of the creek

 

all we could taste was iron

the smell still clinging

to the back of our mouths

 

since it drew us out

from separate rooms                  

down to a closed front door

 

to what waited there

leaking on the horsehair mat

hastily wrapped

 

but unmistakable                                 

already blackening

in the stale air  

                           

then all at once

we moved

climbed heavily to our feet

 

and walked                                                                                                         

until the house  

its quiet rooms               

 

fell far behind

and we reached this sloping field

to drop into the grass

 

opening our mouths

in vain

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