Poetry

Lost in Light I'll tell you about birds that sing       all night; bending their sound to signal security light - fooled feathered friends. The stage is set for day, floodlit in polished green. Strike up the warbling players; their eyes fixed open, glint. Small throats force, close tight and force again; telling tales of protest: a life in overtime under an awkward moon, hidden stars. Susan Traynor December 5, 2004