A Poem from “Ocean Avenue”

For F.M. Who Did Not Get Killed Yesterday on 57th Street

When they shot you
you did not become a stone or a tree,
you did not become lake water
or the unwieldy shadow of a cloud.
You darted like a fish

through the hole the bullet made in the air.
You became air,
refusing to thicken, refusing to talk back
or move unless the wind moved
as it does now through the elms
and the ailanthus. Today I can hear
the ocean at the end of the block
tossing itself up on the beach,
the sound of it has entered everything in the house,
even the thimbles in the drawers.

–Malena Mörling—Ocean Avenue

Published in: on February 4, 2010 at 3:31 pm  Leave a Comment  

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