Eleanor Ross Taylor Poems

No, soul doesn't leave the body.
My body is leaving my soul.
Tired of turning fried chicken and
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The dollar mark said
my shoe was long enough
and wide enough and happy
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The serpent in my Eden
swallowed Adam.
He slithered into meals;
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You, light of sunset firing my back fence;
you, wren advising wrens where to bed down,
bypassing, as they close, baled lilies;
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The meteor loosed
from the council of worlds
flashes and cartwheels through
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Monday he went away.
The moon was in her sign,
the weather smiled,
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I join in anonymity of robins at sundown,
dark, interchangeable, in perch on bedroom tree.
Six at a time alight, rise, go for a fly,
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Never knew when to stop, my Aunt, Estelle.
A girl, called to recite
(a thing she did quite well)
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Was it a car?
A tree limb raked the house?
A lost wasp
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Too much like myself,
it listens critically.
Edits, though seldom rereads.
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