You Who Are Literal
You who are literal even in love
who treats each work
as journey men to a fact,
consider the ambiquity of birds;
the ones pentemeter for instance
the jay who names
his territorys aloud _ _ _
you label those marital cries song
and the weather:
the operatic fall of a snow
burries alive with it's grace notes
the roots of trees
we are only translators, uneasy
unequiped
in the hungry dawn
strange syllables stain our mouths,
like berries picked deep
in the woods. Bitter or healing
poisonous or sweet
how are we to say?
Copyright © April Bartaszewicz | Year Posted 2007
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