Today's poem is by Kathleen Hellen
In the Between
A woman I knew (a neighbor)
called for my attention but a feather
caught the sewera jay's, I think. or crow's
blue-black as Kalistruggling,
before I heard the woman calling.
She was waving, too, I think, but salads
through the pavementchicory, dandelion
toowere sprouting in the bursts of light beside
the hero of an elm, the sidewalk buckling to
accommodate the root. Then the feather took the view,
twisting, releasing, as if it were a ghosted
bird. a soul migrating.
Copyright © 2015 Kathleen Hellen All rights reserved
from The Carolina Quarterly
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