A stumblebum in scree. A hummingbird with internal bleeding. A desert windmill churning out Its painful water, Gurgling @3like, like, like@1. This must be the pursuit of happiness, Which is no one's right. A game the heart plays hurting. A butterfly with sore feet. The windowstunned bird willing To batter itself further For its birthright the air. Someone reciting an original poem With his throat cut. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH OLD MEN ON THE COURTHOUSE LAWN, MURRAY, KENTUCKY by JAMES GALVIN ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HENRY LINCOLN JOHNSON - LAWYER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |