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  • The American Poetry Review

    TWO POEMS

    Jul 01, 2018 1 minute
    ALEXANDRINE VO

    Surrogate

    Drenched in the dampness from its mother,its feathers were flat before softening.It slipped through a fissurewhere the hens hadfrom where it had fallen. Aloneit stood, trembling before rejection.Father gave it to me as a new pet and I welcomed itinto the private quiet of my days.I cradled it in my arms, breathing dirt-scent,smoothing spindrifts of plume.

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