"A Birth Poem for Rebecca Loudon & Teresa Ballard"

There's a present
in the package.
All of it riding
a killing wind and
flare, there, a raw
verve, an ignition
of flight, a dream
of ten minutes ago
frozen into the zen
of a face, the face-
off of summer's dune.

Here's a present
for the package,
the two in a square,
the obstacle of age
dimished in the shade,
in the good book, good
look, the luck of a dog,
grazing past the paw; the
animal swallow and the way
past hissing; all the bees, all
the sheep asleep and
missing.

............... Bless this day,
.......................................... and the next,
with flowers and the wine
of a lover's tongue. Be
love's tongue, this birth,

this day
in poetry.



Lorna Dee Cervantes
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Happy birthday R & T!