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Disaster Response Route

By Donna Ross

Cover Art: Donna Ross

© 2018 Silver Bow Publishing


Smashwords Edition 2018

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Every moment counts.

Every second matters.”

~ Elie Wiesel


DISASTER RESPONSE ROUTE

by Donna Ross



Silver Bow Publishing

Box 5 – 720 – 6th Street,

New Westminster, BC

V3C 3C5 CANADA


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Dedicated in loving memory to my grandmothers

Michajlina (Celina Maylena) Lapka-Lopushinsky

May 16/1921-March 1/1985

and Geraldine Esperanza Araneda-Curbello

November 23/1921-January 10/2006


Table of Contents


A Nest in Every Tree

Blue-Black Shine

Claw

Jack-Knife

Moon

Size Small

Smaller

Giant

Stumble Drunk

Staring Back

The Snow

There

Trap

Wishbones

Surviving

Yellow

Turbulence

Tenderly

For Some Reason

Clumsy Love

604 792 6538

Pressing Down Hard

Re-inventing

Scar

Slur

Still Life

Tandem

First Date

Never Mind

The Neighbors

Unravelling

Wail

Silver Birch

Making Believe

Three Wishes

Sidewalk

Jimmy

Waiting

Bloom

Tears

Tiger

Where from Here Remains a Mystery

Out To Sea

Daylight Bending

Forever

Love Is

Moses

Peach

Seeds of Life

Sledgehammer

Ghosts

Heart

Letters

Lie

Little Birds

Country Gentleman

Cherry Tree

The Very Beginning


Poet Profile



A Nest in Every Tree


Stone carved handsome

otherworldly beautiful

I see weariness

in the determined gaze

staring back at me

from this oft-passed around

photograph.


A steely stoic

uncomfortable look

that holds my attention

steadfast.


I have been embraced

and brought to life by

that face

those eyes

the innocence

and knowing

I recognize there.

Stranger to many

but loved by more.


In death he becomes

a lyric

an intake of breath

a grove of trees

a work of art

a poem.


In death he becomes

a mother's worst nightmare.


Her heart now

not so much crushed as silenced.

Quieted.


That brave muscle beats on

despite pain

or perhaps because of it.

But hushed.


She is hushed

by the sudden senseless

absence of him.


Only son.

Son.

Her heart and breast and wing

now emptied.

Gaining strength like a tornado

pulling pieces of him inward

memories

gathering momentum

wrangling tangible

out of intangible.


And all these scraps

and wisps of him

in spoken word

and thoughts

shouted out loud

bear witness.


Must.

We wash ourselves

in his words and his art

in all the glimpses

of his brief

insightful

hope-filled life.


We wash ourselves

in his acts of devotion

and countless kindnesses.


We wash ourselves

in remembering

and tears.


I weep forever touched

by his humanity and his prose.


The imprint he has left behind

has marked me for good.


Look up,

look up


a nest in every tree

where hushed heat

and breast and wing

reside and wait

to welcome you.


You are welcome home.



Blue-Black Shine


The crows

mimic friendship

gathering in a tight huddle

their chatter

ganging up on me from above

mean

school girl style


I pretend I don't notice the insincerity

instead I am mesmerized

by the blue-black shine

sharp smiles

and glowing eyes

lulled by a tremble of leaves

and by loneliness


I lay back

on a carpet of grass

decorated with

a crushing of crocuses


it is still winter

but it feels like spring

one after another

the crows shoot down

from the branches above

clumsily finding terra firma


they look and act superior

and I mostly believe them

but then I feel sorry

embarrassed by the gracelessness

I am witnessing.



Claw


The subtleties

of ongoing arguments

claw back

all the warmth and love

between us


the only way

I could stop this relentless scrabbling

was to hold your words

tight in my hand

making my fist a heart.



Jack-Knife


The result of a late morning

argument

cold shoulders

narrowed eyes

reminds one

of hunched

impasse.


Bewildered giant

stumbling

treading on daisies

a jack-knife

of understanding

an emotional battleground

littered

with verbal landmines.


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