The Great Equalizer is Not Death but Stupidity
In the face of each oncoming vacancy—one stares
wildly, swinging that lasso of the breath, pulls
a gun collection taste from the air,
as when my mother, blue and white kerchief
tied about her hair, said what a mother is supposed to say:
I just want you to be happy
& I, with nothing but the distraction of taking, say,
Small though it be, then, give me yours
Copyright (c) 2011 by Amy Wright. All rights reserved.
Tagged: Poetry
