Rasma Haidri Poems

To write a small note

each day of his first-born's life
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Bears


Remember, we're all bears! my daughter says.
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From the window we watched the skunk mother

Waddle legless through our lawn.
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In the dolphin waters

waves pull
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Today the water is still.This is what they call mirror-water, glass-water, quiet-face-of-the-sky-water.If you could have waited ten years my son, my daring boy, the water off the break wall would have been this water:calm, cradle-safe for even a baby, my baby, you, my rumble tumble boy.


But no, today you would have been twenty-eight, too old, too safe, too cautious to be my boy, my lost youth boy, my just man, just barely grown boy, my climbing see me jump Ma! see how high I am boy.
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- for Jason

How does a mother get ready for bed
the night her son hangs himself?
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Driving over a hill
we saw a blackbird
circling wildly
panicking
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Tonight
in the high-rise windows
Christmas lights
flicker
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We are deep mystery.
We are known to no one.

We contain a multitude
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Once a year, for seven years, I watched
terrified by the tornado and snatching trees,
baffled by Dorothy walking all that way
without eating, and not once needing
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