Thanks to Kathleen McPhilemy for featuring my new poem on Poetry Worth Hearing (episode 19).
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Meshes
For Yeats
Digital pictures of my daughter
raise an Andes of feelings
and the sky is silent and below
this her adventurous soul
makes me smile then I cry for hours
which drains batteries in my head.
Looking through our genetic meshes,
I see my mother in her
and try not to think of the dead as
blocks, machines with failing parts
or corpses underneath lightbulbs, for
it is more palatable
to view the departed as engines
taken apart and rebuilt.
The new tongues, hearts, wise purposes, and
the vibrancy of birdsong
are gratitudes that save lives, and
so, I send a positive text
to my other daughter. She passes
another obstacle now.
She wins and eats the copper apples
of autumn, protected from
the nickel apples of winter and
the ice that attempts to steal.
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