Monday, July 27, 2009

Arms Outstretched

In the back yard
my mother swings
careful not to touch
the weight of gravity
dragging her
across bare moments
into rooms of pale color
where silver shining fishes
fly into her face like light
what she said was:
'faces bow down to the ground'
a certain solitude here
the arms outstretched

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