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All it Takes
All it takes is one look at their monumental bodies,
bare-chested, hammers pounding on the fence.
A mother’s not supposed to see that bit of belly hair
where their denim waistbands dip low.
What do the tattoos that stain their forearms proclaim?
Their miraculous freedom? A confinement in their inherited days?
All it takes is an oak bud rising from the acorn that survived
the squirrel. Or a blue gill, wake-tossed and self-stabilized
by the minute fanning of its cellophane fins. Evidence--
under my nose, its needle under my skin. Ha!
What’ the matter with me? Did I suppose the proof
would tumble from the bookshelf and shout my name?
All it Takes
All it takes is one look at their monumental bodies,
bare-chested, hammers pounding on the fence.
A mother’s not supposed to see that bit of belly hair
where their denim waistbands dip low.
What do the tattoos that stain their forearms proclaim?
Their miraculous freedom? A confinement in their inherited days?
All it takes is an oak bud rising from the acorn that survived
the squirrel. Or a blue gill, wake-tossed and self-stabilized
by the minute fanning of its cellophane fins. Evidence--
under my nose, its needle under my skin. Ha!
What’ the matter with me? Did I suppose the proof
would tumble from the bookshelf and shout my name?
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