Reframing

by Lucia Cherciu

Which good deeds count?
What do we list on the professional development form
                                                     at the gate?
When I garden and collect slugs
                                is that cruelty?
You don’t have to gloat.

I am researching if you can eat bindweed
because it keeps coming up
among the broccoli.
It turns out you can eat it,
           but I’d better ask my mother.

When I brought the icon with the three saints
                                           from home—
Raphael, Michael, and Gabriel,
I took off the blue, rustic old frame
and replaced it with a new one
                                from the dollar store.
I miss that blue frame. When I go home
I should look for the old frame.

The way we pace the story
defines the rhythm of the new song
for the horse carousel
                                at the fair.
Sure, it’s not fair that this should happen
to me, but—see,
                      we’re lucky to be
children again, wonder, skip, laugh.

Category: Featured, Poetry

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