Lifting the Latch

 

Noel King

 

you take time out from a nest

hatched: husband, sons;

as jets of sun:

hit your landscape,

light your face,

bless your heart

with poems

that have hovered to speak through you.

 

You pick them up

as fodder from the air,

weaving words:

pain-love, new ways sense

for ordinary people.

 

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