Where She Is
 

The trembling staccato of birds
                   thrums the glassy air.
         One dives the distance from tree to

porch, lands perceptibly close
                   to her house that yawns
         in the vaporous

hush. The Shamel Ash rattles
                   its mane in a gust and aureate clusters
         of leaves descend on

the lawn, maracas. The din
                   on the near avenue elevates
         her vessel of sleep. Wakefulness,

fluid as air, sloshes in
                   in waves, then out, farther out.
         In the other room her

baby sings, and her milk lets down.  

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Cati Porter is the editor of Poemeleon: A Journal of Poetry. Her poems have appeared in or are forthcoming from mamazine, Literary Mama, MotherVerse, Poetry Midwest, Poetry Southeast, and the anthologies Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel -- Second Floor (No Tell Books), White Ink: Poems on Mothers and Mothering (Demeter Press) and Letters to the World (Red Hen Press). Visit her blog at http://catiporter.wordpress.com.  

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autumn 2007 | kaleidowhirl
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