A stumblebum in scree. A hummingbird with internal bleeding. A desert windmill churning out Its painful water, Gurgling @3like, like, like@1. This must be the pursuit of happiness, Which is no one's right. A game the heart plays hurting. A butterfly with sore feet. The windowstunned bird willing To batter itself further For its birthright the air. Someone reciting an original poem With his throat cut. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY THUS LONGING by HARRIET WINSLOW SEWALL THE SETTLER: AMERICA IN THE MAKING by ALFRED BILLINGS STREET LOCKSLEY HALL by ALFRED TENNYSON FOR MY CHILD by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS PET'S PUNISHMENT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY TO HESTER ON THE STAIR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |