“Children, I said to her. For the first little while, they not exactly human, you don't find?”
Nalo Hopkinson

Monday, May 21, 2012

52 Short Stories And Poems: More Kay Ryan.

The other day I found a book of poetry at the library.  It is The Best American Poetry of 2005.

"Home to Roost" reminds me of a conversation Jake and I had this morning.  We were talking about the results of behavior.  A person cannot keep doing the wrong thing and not expect negative consequences.  We know because it has happened to us.  We know because we have observed it in the world around us.  It does not always go that way but plenty of times it does.

Kay Ryan knows.

"Home to Roost"
The chickens
are circling and
blotting out the 
day. The sun is 
bright, but the 
chickens are in 
the way. Yes,
the sky is dark
with chickens, 
dense with them.
They turn and 
then they turn 
again. These 
are the chickens
you let loose
one at a time
and small—
various breeds.
Now they have 
come home
to roost—all
the same kind
at the same speed.

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