Alison McBain

Poetry

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Turn away your eyes from her.
She wears a mask.
She is not beautiful
nor compelling.

Pull away the cover
and underneath are bones
in the bottom of the coffer
only bones
yellow and cracked.

Look at the remains.
Not stolen fire
nor tricks
will save you.

It is the…

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I see a line of lights
bright as stadium spots,
another low horizon
scattered on the mountainside.

Winter draws them early,
but in summer, they are mute,
raindrops marking time
since the bloom of brilliance.

Each night I watch them pop,
moths diving through the fire,
reckless little suicides,
unnoticed and unsung…

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I grew up near
a two-cat place,
the oldest town in
California
not birthed as
a hatchery for cities.

Cities progress:
box store building blocks
knocked over
by urbanist toddlers,
the Wild West mystique
suffocated
beneath the blooded remnants
of new expansion.

If we concrete our problems
away
we can ignore
the wide…

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A poem celebrating a close call

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Cupped in your hand
breath quivering

the choice is clear,
like glass marked
by a sparrow’s impact.

The heart thrums,
wild and free,
through your fingers.

You gently stroke
tawny feathers,
its neck unbroken,

and then release:
a body rises
through the sky

like dawn unfolding
morning glories.

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Alison McBain

Alison McBain

Alison McBain writes fiction & poetry, edits & reviews books, and pens a webcomic about parenting called “Toddler Times.” http://www.alisonmcbain.com/