Keys
A mirror
A knife-toothpick
A wedding
band
With no
husband
A puzzle
with no adjoining pieces
A trough
with no water
A little
kid who hides under the bed when
Mom wants
to go to the grocery store
A poker
and prodder at thighs and
Breasts
A cathedral's
vaulted ceiling
That leads
the mind to thoughts of beyond
Of the
rings that dance around Saturn
Like a
swinger's skirt
When gravity
spins her to the
Base line
of space-time
A spike
for crazies to sleep on
A sword
to use for flight
Instead
of fight
Or fight
instead of flight
When clutched
outward by
Trembling
fists
In darkened
parking lots
An grandfather
to the mystery of the computer
Geometry's
greatest achievement
An escape
from mother's nagging to sit up straight
And father's
expectations of success in the honor society
Or a prison
door's clang locking you in
Breathing
your parents' air for hours at a time
A path
to a womb
That's
warm when it's cold
And cold
when it's warm
That's
a tree rooted in sap to the ground
Or a bird
that flies without leaving it's ties to the earth
-Christie Robb, 01/12/99
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