A round face filling the angular doorframe
Which should be empty at this time of morning

The five elements releasing the flow of tears

A field mouse frozen to the driveway,
its tail nudged by my toe

A frantic whoop

An anguished cry

I won’t pick you up
Brush off the snow and move on

How quickly we forget the culture of death that pervades our lives.

Until we are surprised again.

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  1. I love the way you use a literal events to illuminate internal issues; beauty is pain in poetry, I think.


    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  March 15, 2013

      Yes, it’s much easier to be profound when things suck, huh!?

      Thank you for your insights.



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