From Mockingbird Poems…
How does the mockingbird chose his song,
Learned bits of mimicry
Like the memory of a screen door
Slamming in summer,
A tornado siren,
A cry over my skinned knee;
The mockingbird chose a song when I chose tears.
Later, on my father’s strong shoulders
We watched the leaves go belly-up
And the sky go yellow.
It’s no wonder I write better when the power goes out.
(In progress copyright 2009 Kim Nixon)