Mother Goose

Miniscule, I move

around, around a caged gurgle

Goose! Does the gander know

its mother?

In the rounded evergreen, stymied,

earthly–a necromancer on hold.

The xylophone mammal is woman!

Gentleman gander! You’re lamenting,

in all of this we keep our differences

opulent.  I keep a kaleidoscope,

in the blood.  

Eyes on the rifle.

*This poem inspired by [exercises] Hoa Nguyen’s Lorine Neidecker workshop Summer 2013

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