The Blank of America

Terese Svoboda

 
Who loots the dew or enjoins
a shadow to guard a tree?
The bird in the pie can't pretend
to arms, its claws rock
the coin in the crust.
The train's single eye
examines the tree that the pie
holds the fruit of,
its engine rasps past the bird
as if smoke lent its shadow.
And the dew? Surely
it's a dark gulp under a tall hat
the bird wings over.
Not noise, not the founding father's
nose. Repeat after me:
I solemnly swear:
I could swear otherwise,
my lips flying too.
 
Copyright 2012 by Terese Svoboda. Used with permission of the author.

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Further Reading

Poems about America
1492
by Emma Lazarus
A House Divided
by Kyle Dargan
Abraham Lincoln
by Abraham Lincoln
América
by Richard Blanco
America
by Robert Creeley
America
by Claude McKay
America
by Walt Whitman
America
by Herman Melville
America [Try saying wren]
by Joseph Lease
Black Laws
by Roger Reeves
C'est La Guerre
by Danniel Schoonebeek
Gate A-4
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Handshake Histories
by Jeff Hoffman
I am the People, the Mob
by Carl Sandburg
Imagine
by Kamilah Aisha Moon
Last Century
by Wyatt Prunty
Like Any Good American
by Brynn Saito
Passing Through Albuquerque
by John Balaban
Psalm
by Vanessa Place
The House-top
by Herman Melville