Seventeenth Post

1450 Peregrine falcon sm

This poem was published in Axe Factory III (1990).


for Sarah Rutledge Birnbaum

who jumped from the Golden Gate Bridge

With its streamlined dive
toward slate gray waves
your peregrine spirit swift
cries a rattling kek-kek-kek
near the cold eyrie

then silent       Boated men
lift you with curved
hands feed you oxygen
concealed in a puppet
made to look like

your mother       On land
others incubate you in
a carton lined with
red mittens       Near your
closed eyes they place

wind-up alarm clocks ticking
like gopher hearts       Happily
they note the statistics
of your progress       You
will fly again

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