Wednesday, January 9, 2013

the mom behind the stroller




       bolted to the ground as she walks
     disciplines the handle with both hands
 her voice strapped lightly to aluminum air
   a fixity both moot and finalized

cars / phones / coats scamper as they please
instant like mice
                                                                        she is time-worn
            skull compressed by attention                     lips pregnant with corrections


watch her sashay    away
                                                                       a furtive inkjet cartridge
                                                                                   an astronaut revolving in a cage


                                and L-E-A-P! 
                                                                   (with baby tied)
                                                                                 her shrewd and famished eyes
 stealing steel nuggets from from the sky
                                  
she hides them in her arms