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Ballad (Stork Droppings)


The spring storm and the scree

—All loosely crawl into some growth.

But lightning


was for the stork—

a sign of distress, a fatal, drool-etched

SOS . . . Poor, dutiful beak.


Now down the riverbasket goes in marble!

And the drain, so stern.

(“All blue weave and vein.”)


Sisters of one stair: Heel, heel,

heel around the crossword mold: Though names spread

across our arms,


thunder builds up the sleeves

to gather all in a sense, like edible flowers.

from Great Guns Find more by Farnoosh Fathi at the library

Copyright © 2013 Farnoosh Fathi
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Farnoosh Fathi Poems

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