Today's poem is by Eve Joseph
from The Startled Heart
A starling with no feet
eats at my table: a few crumbs, dried cranberries.
Where does it get me,
my foolish pity?
Intentional or not, you stepped
in death's way.
A bone-white edge, the near perfect
fit of broken things.
Too late for lessons now. A blackbird spoke
because you asked.
It's hope that does me in: the place
the voice breaks.
What's left? A kind of grace:
a perilous landing.
Copyright © 2003 Eve Joseph All rights reserved
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