from MAKING A HOME
What rivers seep through limestone
in rivers
underground --
carving elegant caverns,
clear artesian wells? Madness in you
once echoed
through my soul.
As if poi-
son my face
began to
swell, painful
stranger mir-
roring de-sire. I see
in my child
as the wing--
name,
woman,
ing my own
to sing, Nam-
Now I dare
in the wind.
like playing
open, bird-
I once bore--
such love as
Jacque Vaught Brogan
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