| the door mashes hot mint leaves |
| going out to the swimming pool |
| of this house with its back |
| to Rattlesnake Bayou |
| where my son yells his count |
| of two hundred white & |
| orangey-pink cattle egrets |
| & I picture the "knees" of |
| the trees in the cypress swamp |
| . |
| & how my brother Bill's |
| mother's cousin's daughter |
| (whom I met at his funeral) |
| keeps hugging & feeding |
| & telling & showing & |
| giving us things & how I |
| crossed this state alone on a |
| bus once thirty years ago |
| not knowing I had a brother |
| . |
| -Penny Callan Partridge |
| . |
| "...it's my latest,"says Penny in the note that accompanies this lyrical poem. "I think my next book will be called Pandora's Hope." An adult adoptee, Penny is the author of An Adoptee's Dreams. |
Last updated January 14, 1997