Another Story about Language

How coyote packs sing on the dark hill
as we all keep rolling toward morning

while soldiers rumble across borders
in dusty trucks with numbers painted out.

How morning travels over the mountains
and we wake and sigh and drive to work

and feed each other cakes on holidays.
How we scrabble through days, our growls

comprehensible in many tongues and able
to be written down. How because we hoped,

we invented despair.

 

Penelope Scambly Schott

About Penelope Scambly Schott

Penelope Scambly Schott's most recent book is HOW I BECAME AN HISTORIAN. This year her Dufur poetry workshop will be in June and the topic will be "Riff or/and Lyric."
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