Blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2020  Vol. 19 No. 2
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My Mother’s Morning Walks

She took her turn around the house—
unreachable circumference.

She dropped below a hundred pounds,
a snail shell with the back blown out.

The shell’s eye whorled around the house.
A roundhouse horse that walked her course

that circumscribed my universe,
she took a turn for the worse.

The axle’s force that turned the stars
unharnessed from the horse.  


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