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Article: For my son. (Poetry).(Poem)
- Article from:
- Sojourners Magazine
- Article date:
- November 1, 2001
- Author:
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The sky is gorged with snow. Our small room
smells of forest, perfumed
by anger and arms waving
like bird wings.
A tree rises from the floor, roots going
down into the apartment below. They
think it is a chandelier. We hear them curse
the night when they click and click
the switch. Your baby eyes are blue-black, mine
are black-and-blue. Your tiny hands flap like
moths when my hands
lay you under the tree ...