my screaming blisters and I
went out into the storm
but it turned north not west
running in my army boots
down the gravel backroads
I stirred up a lone goose
who spread her wings
honked and flapped
and flew far away
back home starlings fed
their huge babies in the rain
big hungry molting mouths
as the heavy clouds filled
the blue toadstool birdbath
from my birthday of darkness
and we set a plate for cat
with fish from our dinner
sang hallelujah again
2011
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