Central Park, Carousel

Meena Alexander

 
June already, it's your birth month,
nine months since the towers fell.
I set olive twigs in my hair
torn from a tree in Central Park,
I ride a painted horse, its mane a sullen wonder.
You are behind me on a lilting mare.
You whisper--What of happiness?
Dukham, Federico. Smoke fills my eyes.
Young, I was raised to a sorrow song
short fires and stubble on a monsoon coast.
The leaves in your cap are very green.
The eyes of your mare never close.
Somewhere you wrote: Despedida.
If I die leave the balcony open!
 
From Raw Silk by Meena Alexander. Copyright © 2004 by Meena Alexander. Published in 2004 and reprinted by permission of TriQuarterly Books/Northwestern University Press. All rights reserved.

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