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Whirling with Marge

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Each breath-of-a-poem begins with a phrase taken from “Maggid” by Marge Piercy.

~~ 1 ~~
Born of wanderers
following cracks in the earth—
this is her story.
~~ 2 ~~
under loads of straw
so heavy that they must crawl—
three peasant women
~~ 3 ~~
Who chose the desert
over fields of ripened grain?
What were they thinking?
~~ 4 ~~
wanderers with shoes
escaping Egypt by night
with untied laces
~~ 5 ~~
a child’s naughtiness—
the mother’s heart collapses
like an umbrella
~~ 6 ~~
bodies by the way
crows picking at putrid flesh—
immigrant children
~~ 7 ~~
small bones of children
wrapped in tattered white quilts
from the old country
~~ 8 ~~
abandoned treasures—
among them an old clay pot
filled with untold tales
~~ 9 ~~
Where their empty pots
are suddenly filled with bones—
tell me that story.
~~ 10 ~~
In the stinking hold
of a ship with splintered deck
they make for safety.
~~ 11 ~~
Under our pillows
a thousand new dreams open
as flowers in spring.

© 2015 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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