Feb 20, 2016
2.2016
***
Like a Mab-Queen,
She hears the birds’ song:
Ten-thousand
Shrill speeches
Over & over,
A loop, repeating.
They are the winged politicians of the wire.
The light; the current; the white witchery
Pokes her sad wing
***
I dream at night
& sometimes by day
Of marvelous Women:
Joannas & Gillians,
Pollies;
Red-haired Mollies from ages ago...
As they speak
A boy forgets
What a boy must be.
& Then your face, like a Mother’s face,
Stretching your honey-hair out
Around me
Until I am no longer
Just dreaming.
