Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Marie Howe Interpretation

Pigeons

Every once in a while we would shuffle down the way
to where our hill sat, though it was a mountain

to me. The lush green carpet that swelled,
I felt so small next to it, next to you

It scared me at times as we hiked the mountain
hill, to the top where the sun balanced

every time I’d think that sun was a big peach
like James and the Giant Peach and I’d say

“Pop-pop, can we go inside the peach and fly
to New York City?” And you would smile and keep on shuffling

I could never shuffle like you, my feet were too
small, my legs too short but I tried, I wanted to get

there and look at the horizon to see the pigeons;

our pigeons, surround us on our mountain top

just so we could feed them
our stale bread and popcorn.

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