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For Theodore Roethke
by Mary Langer Thompson

You said we female poets were
stamping a tiny foot against God.

Really? You noticed birds.
Today two doves in my yard,
reminded me of Columbine.
One dove per child murdered was released.

I read that eagles bond for life.
So why, like my mother,
do I see one looking for her mate?

You used to notice the moon.
Recently, one shined on a wishbone
on my kitchen counter, telling me
I didn’t want to get the bigger half
against my lover.

Women, too, go far to find out who we are.
We, too, waltz with our fathers,
and learn by going where we have to go.

So listen to our voices as we listen to yours,
And don’t just look at our feet.




 


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