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you,
burster of balloons
pin-prick matriarch

thrasher, slasher
dasher of dreams

can you hear your
daughter’s gay laugh
plummeting?

target’s own
peregrine

in every cry
for a mother’s love
you

slap
slap
slap

the parachute heart
away

begging bloody merry matricide

jealous clouds in your
henna balsam eyes

vicious gales
in your hurricane hair

screams and flurried sighs
where should float
LOVE wide as sky

there!

up
up

lifting
sifting
dancing over tree tops

Chagall roof hops

we gallop
“you n me,” mama

like two laughing
day mares

like Justin Capră’s
flying gear

like a rocket’s crackling blue flame
like sideways dancing rain

with the wee and wild birds
we sing,

what could have been

“you n me,” mama
“you n me”

© 2014. J. Noade

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