To the Women Who Wrote Before Us

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-for my daughter and sister

 

Family photos remind me of women who rise

from the folds of our knuckles. They crawl

pursed lips first with heads titled back.

 

Their miniature arms and legs anchor

pencil to page. Limbs wrap around wood

like kids hugging treesĀ afraid

 

to fall. Wild with story

they ride our fingers like horses

until they fly off

 

loud birds–these women–

loud birds

with words for wings

 

Shawn R. Jones (12/28/17)

 

 

 

 

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