|Image source: Save the Children|
The early robin plumps on a fence post
well ahead of the meadow larks –
I count one vote for spring.
My lonely neighbor left her lights on all night
and rose in frost to sweep her patio
clean of sunflower husks.
In a camp just beyond the Syrian border
most of the 75,000 shivering refugees
are under the age of four.
I remember completely being three years old –
how near my hands were to my elbows
and my fingers to my mouth.
Today, on this fragrant slice of warm toast
veined with cinnamon sugar,
the spread butter melts.
We all have our mouths wide open
and some of us sing.
Penelope Scambly Schott’s forthcoming book Lillie Was a Goddess, Lillie Was a Whore is a series of poems about prostitution.