Returning in darkness
to her mother's, my two-year-old glanced
at our neighborhood woods
and whispered, Listen, monsters.
Before I could reason with her
she climbed into my arms,
placed a tiny hand on my mouth
and commanded, Shhh.
Mark JACKLEY
Collected in THERE WILL BE SILENCE WHILE YOU WAIT, Plain View Press
Monday, July 19, 2010
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