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Mary e. Croy
Letter A
you point skyward
while rooted securely in the earth demanding reinforcement in the middle
you love to begin things
but guess about finishes self-contained still hinting at more
everything about you is linear
and yet your offspring is curved rebelling against your sense of purpose
what came before you?
the wedding of two falling timbers
held in balance, separated and joined by a straight line of chance
or maybe some intention that collapsed at the right time
I think of you as an incomplete triangle
or a vector leading to the basement of consciousness I saw you first as a child, just grasping language neither of us knew what we were getting into
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Croy lives in Madison, Wisconsin where she works as an administrative assistant. She spent nine years teaching English Language Learners in Ha Noi, Viet Nam. Her poems are forthcoming in Better Than Starbucks, Valley Voices, The Voices Project and Whimsical Poet.
