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Womb Poem #2

Mark Fleury

Poem shaped womb. A gift for you,
Before we’re born, of which the universe
Has room for, while having none
For ownership, by either corporations

Or countries. There’s a pumpkin pie
On the sill, cooling. The steam rising

Is from the gleam of a beach as the tide
Retreats to show the grains of sand shine
The sheen of mind. Blue darkness breaks

Like an umbrella opening after the rain

Has stopped. Another window’s
Flowerbed has the same blue
The darkness once had, beads of dew

On petals where stars have disappeared

In the daylight. It’s Thanksgiving
On Valentine’s Day, an American heart
Breaking its wave of blood

Across a snowbank,
In the third pane, that goes all the way
Inside the chest of winter.

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