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The Wild
Justine Cook
The buzzing of a ladybug(瓢虫) above the bathroom mirror
sounds like a small plane considering a landing on my head,
bowed toward the executioner's block -- the sink.
My hands cup water like a supplicant1(恳求者), asking for a stay of despair
as my eyes, salty green as the olives our daughter adores, question the hour
when one of us will break from the confines of our lawn,
lush(豪华的) and shaggy(篷松的) from fall rains,
and kick through the sad confetti(五彩纸屑) of fallen leaves,
pool around it. Downright heraldic.
and their sunkenness says rake me out of sight behind the barn
to the bear tree, clawed until it snapped twenty feet up.
Quiet and violent it marks the border --
beyond which the wild begins.
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