Today's post on Verse Daily:
Animal Lover
A horse rises in a balloon
full of writing.
You could ride it yourself
and get no farther than brother,
the animal inside clawing out.
You are an animal
though you seldom achieve
such grace, except in cars.
The animal that directs your dying
Over here! with the wilder cells
bunches in familial nests
very close to I said that.
But birds still fly as birds.
They blue themselves with sky
up-side-down in your iris,
the brain a penguin turning one egg
with its toes in such cold.
When the animals call out:
Human! Human!
you shout back:
I am nude enough.
Copyright © 2009 Terese Svoboda
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