AFTER THE BROKEN HIP IS REPAIRED
In the great lakes of injured bone,
a spinal tap temperature a reading of the pulse.
When he arrives from the water’s bottom to the light
Recovery no pain a stomach of animosity.
Laying in his bed, they welcome him back
warm water salad something soft to chew on.
He sighs. Pain tears away from its cocoon
blood work pulse rate temperature blood pressure.
He refuses pain pills, calms himself, lets the wind outside in,
and when he falls asleep a current of coolness,
grass carp darting to the side pain sinking into mud.
Michael H. Brownstein’s latest volumes of poetry, A Slipknot to Somewhere Else (2018) and How Do We Create Love? (2019), were recently released (Cholla Needles Press). He has a Sunday poetry column in Moristotle.
Here’s a gull
missing a chunk of itself.
Not just downy feathers, no…
Long feathers are gone,
and maybe flesh.
Bird, tired bird…
Limping in the street alone,
you can’t spare –
and open your beak
to a twig
that has to be food
I’m sure you can’t fly…you can barely
plumage, but you won’t grow up.
Juvenile – you’re
limping like an ancient –
past two cases
of spent bottle rockets.
In deep summer, sweet summer.
The 5th of July.
Sue Blaustein is the author of In the Field, Autobiography of an Inspector. Her publication credits and bio can be found at http://www.sueblaustein.com. Sue retired from the Milwaukee Health Department in 2016, and is an active volunteer. She blogs for Ex Fabula (“Connecting Milwaukee Through Real Stories”), serves as an interviewer/writer for the “My Life My Story” program at the Zablocki VA Medical Center, and chases insects at the Milwaukee Urban Ecology Center.