The Child Who… by Maria Keane

ant trail 2
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The Child Who…
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I am the child who smells earth after rain,
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who watches trails of ants that go nowhere,
who plucks the air just after
the monarch leaves its milkweed.
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Who kneels in moist wells
of fern below
a ceiling of leaves
beneath a bruising sky.
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Tangled in a thin layer of dust
I watch the falcon glide
above the mottled hologram of earth.
I dig small hollows in the shadow of the oak
that cover the limp green garden snake.
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The Child Who…
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I am at the velvet edge of exploration.
I listen to beats beneath the earth
separating groves of blood roses.
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My garden dance
becomes redundant.
I look beyond a patch of grass with stringy roots.
where uncertainties never pierce the spine.
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The sun is winking between the clouds.
I shrug off origami cranes attempting flight.
                                          Thin promises  of paper,  my blueprint.
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keane
Maria Keane, visual artist and published poet, served as Professor of Fine Arts at Wilmington University, New Castle Delaware from 1984-2009.  Her book of poetry, Being There, is being published in October, 2018 by Page Publishing, N.Y.  She was awarded a Professional Fellowship in Works on Paper in 1997.)
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