Sherry Chandler » 2008 » March » 22
Sharp-eyed Poppysmatus spied this little fellow yesterday and declared him a sure sign that spring has come. A worm for the Worm Moon perhaps? But, says Pops, he will need to grow for a couple of years before he can aspire to anything as grand as an Easter chick.
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A distant midnight-rumbling train rattles
the windows and the cat snuggles closer
to my shoulder blades. Rambling men
and tracks that run straight to the horizon
are not part of a woman’s mythology.
Except when she’s the butt of a traveling sales-
man joke, a woman’s dreams are not linear,
unless, of course, the line circles round
the whole wide world to form Ouroboros,
the Yin and Yang of it, what goes around
comes around like a cat curled
into a ball against my shoulder blades
as the world turns toward the dawn, toward
another spring, another distant rumbling train.
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