Today's poem is by Brendan O'Connor
Parting Shot
Don't let anyone tell you poverty
makes you beautiful. And yet,your poverty of landscape — horizon
bristling with claw-and-hammervolunteers, and folds of crust
that interrupt a fledglingconstellation — is just that,
hangdog and precious in a hazeof pallid moonlight: chapped eyelid
closing on an era when nothingwould make us stay our hands. Adios
to Earth, preteen debutantesitting out the last dance.
Here, feel yourself the childwho teeters on the fulcrum
of her pelvis, stretch marksspidering outward. Rest assured
you will be beautiful to mein your poverty, cooling in space,
less compromising day by day.When I say potential,
I mean your inner resources,the unschooled mind upriver
of the falls we can hear, but can'tyet see, which might, against
all odds, make something of itself.
Copyright © 2005 Brendan O'Connor All rights reserved
from 32 Poems
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