I must expel

The Dream of My Mother

which caught Me

in Its Apple Branches

which caught

My Children’s Father

in Her Spell

My Spell

Tonight I offered

My Children’s Father

a finder’s fee for a buyer

for McNutt —

My Mother’s Island

where He asked Me

if I missed Him —

The Summer Island where

We built

The Thoreau House

I was pregnant then

with Our First Child

Joanna Hyde
April 17th 2012   The Hawk Kitchen   5:22pm

One comment

  1. W Hunter Blair

    This is a wonderfully evocative poem with a remembrance of times long distant: a story told without descending into a maudlin mood

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