Eratio


 

 

 

Paying Attention

 

J.I. Kleinberg

 

 

 

 

A crow in a bad mood

with a sore throat

hopped and squawked

 

around the open skylight

above my bed until I woke

fully, then left. Is it too late

 

to learn to sing? You never

use exclamation points,

your seriousness an engine

 

that shifts lower and lower

until it is nearly inaudible,

the color of silence. I cannot

 

claim to understand orchids

but a single weekly ice cube

has inspired a third season

 

of magenta blooms. Is it

too late for abandon?

The crow circles, alarming.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Artist, poet and freelance writer J.I. Kleinberg is a Best of the Net and Pushcart nominee.  Her poetry has appeared in December, One, Diagram, Otoliths, Pedestal, Psaltery & Lyre and elsewhere.  She lives in Bellingham, Washington, and posts frequently at chocolateisaverb.wordpress.com and thepoetrydepartment.wordpress.com

 

 


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