Today's poem is by Maggie Glover
On Finally Blaming Myself a Little Finally
My porch upon the cliff, my house upon the mountain
I push my sneaker between the roots of the maple,
remembering the gypsy moths, their wormy threats waving
from its branches, the low-flying planes that followed
with their heavy smoke dipping into us (my mouth, his mouth)
until, cotton-eyed and ragged, we circled each other in the dirt.
This is how I got him back: I bled myself against the tree,
I dressed in pink, I let someone else have him.
From the other side of the valley, cows peak through
the bare trees: a little moo shapes the forest, just for me.
Copyright © 2009 Maggie Glover All rights reserved
from Smartish Pace
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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