Monday, October 12, 2009

Subway Poem 6

Seeing Eva on the sonogram last year
Her spine so strong and perfectly curled
She looked like a seahorse

Now she waves at me from the window
As I leave for the train,
Checking my pockets
Again and again
For all I might have forgotten

It was easier when I carried her in me--
The seahorse, the sea--
Easier to understand how to be

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