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Poem for Saturday, Squirrels, Honor Among Thieves

By Monica Ferrell

Man shaped out of mud
And made to speak and love—
Let's stick in him a little whisperer,

A bucket with two holes.
Let's give him the Great Deceiver,
A blood-stone.

A church with a vaulted ceiling
Where the White and Blue Niles meet.
A dog who cries after dark.

Everyone has a heart,
Even the people who don't.
It floats up like a beached whale in the autopsy.

The heart has no sense of humor.
It offers itself piteously like a pair of handcuffs,
And is so clumsy that we turn away.

The past
Is a quarryful of marble statues
With heads and genitals erased,

But the heart is a muscle made of sharkbone and mutters,
Resting place softened with hay
Where all the cows come home, finally.


I spent a rainy Friday the 13th morning working on things like a review of Deep Space Nine's plays-better-than-its-script "Honor Among Thieves", one of many excellent Colm Meaney performances, so that after lunch we could go retrieve Daniel from College Park (meaning I got a brief look at the sheep and lambs on the campus farm and at the historic planes at the aviation museum).

After dinner with my parents, we came home and since the kids had never seen it but have seen lots of cracky Nicolas Cage performances, we watched Raising Arizona. I haven't seen it in over a decade and it is as hilarious and twisted as ever (I had forgotten the brilliance of John Goodman). Then we caught up on The Graham Norton Show and now son has the Food Network on. Some of our neighborhood squirrels:


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