My Porch as America
The Carolina wrens trill their distress,
a red alarm, blaring alert of danger,
again and again until my awareness
is drug out onto the porch –
The cat bathes lazy and obtuse in the sun
under the nest while momma hops
and screams. I go out, to bring the cat
in the house, again.
Everywhere, a threat. Everywhere folks
just trying to keep their babies
alive. Everywhere, people’s attention swinging.
Everywhere, citizens getting up to help.
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Love the cat image, so true to nature.
The title is genius. I love this poem.
Beautiful, and very nicely done. “Everywhere folks/just trying to keep their babies/alive.” Yes.
This is my kind of poetry <3
Melissa – Love the expansion of porch event into something so much larger. Beautifully done!
Wonderful, concise clarity.
Love this! Great comparison!
I was drawn in by your title, and it is so appropriate, accurate.