Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Five poems for my birth mother



1.

Confirmation, and the ability
to reshape. Here,

we speak of origins. Of
provenance.


2.

An elegy, and the dawn
unwinds.


3.

A tale I had no part, but am
affected by. At least,

as much as I might choose.


4.

A collision of flashing lights
on my timeline.


5.

I have never seen a poem
burn so clean.


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