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Phoebes

A nest in the eaves of my new house:† one  
female and three chicks, desperate pleas  
erupting for food. The mother never  
sleeps in, is never paralyzed  
by sadness.† Industrious, she wheels  
past, stopping to hover at intervals  
like a bee, her gadgetry swirling,  
 
Italianate.† This morning on the cement,  
I found a crumpled body; a raw, discarded  
piece of meatóa fallen chickómaybe  
pushed out, weak or diseased.† These wounds  
donít ever seem to heal, I thought, and why  
is courage always my last trick?† I placed  
the broken dainty to sleep in a forest†cradle  
 
of bark and fern, and this afternoon  
more tears came, more tears I donít need  
to waste over a collapsed marriageís  
somber monument.† I lay down to listen  
to the whistle and squeak of the siblings  
in their basket, to the motherís fast flutter,  
her logistical maneuvering, her work.  
 
 
 
*Note: This poem also appears in Message in a Bottle Poetry Magazine (scroll way down):  
http://www.messageinabottlepoetrymagazine.com/issue-7.php
pyrategurrll
Written by pyrategurrll (Lauren Tivey)
Published
Modified 3rd October 2011
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