Karen Mobley

Pushkin Sonnet / Spokane Stanzas Continued

I see your face through tears unburdened
From underneath the deep blue sky
Where Gold Beach mother’s smooth ungardened
Implicit agates seem to cry
For fishing poles unheld by father
And sun signs synchronized with brother,
Ordeals and trials, despair a toy
With which we seem to wrestle joy.
Your one wing melted, still the other
Persists to make the art we see,
To make who see believe and be
What we would be by our own druther
Because God gave us fantasy
And eggs and apples crisp and free.