Day 17- Dog The first dog she knew was a wolf- he guarded the baby's cradle, head on forepaws, tick tock pendulum tail- what a big commitment, many thousand years. At three, a spaniel placed its soft little rubber teeth over her hand, and pressed the points in until the skin indented. They asked the parents what will you do to train the puppy, human or dog? Later, the dog brother, who stands as tall as her hip. He moves through the tall grass in rough black and white, he rests his head on her knee. She cleans the blood and feathers from his mouth. No one knows his true name but She 1
Day 8 Twenty little projects ...not easy Hill farm blues The land is a sleeping woman. At Chernobyl, the nuclear accident includes a release of a hundred thousand bluegreen butterflies He sees a heavy field by the power station And when he touches her rattling fence He knows- great She who sleeps from Carlisle to Whitehaven, I love you. He tastes the reactor release a flock of mercury birds or hears a suite of quantum computers, all approximating sentience. He is too nesh to fight the robots, his father said what doesn't kill you makes you stronger to the broke arm boy. This land-woman wakes. Yan tan tethera - follow the lovely beck of imagination, a diver tied to a feather stone. Like the fake lake, deeper, She eats a village for breakfast. Kit the rhymer is finding it hard to see, one day this land and poem will either burn or flood. A clever John Deere tractor announces the arrivals of Marxist Leninist angels to Her side. Co...
The donkey of motherhood She wanted to visit the chapel, so full of the portraits of icons, a person couldn't fit in Hip height and upholstered Heehaw heehaw - the mountain path a little steep If she carried what little idea she had of prayer up here, what then? If she carried herself. And the donkey of motherhood, switch tailing the green horseflies of doubt stood patient in the village and the yellowbirds of future crashed through the cypress trees
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