“Movement” by Wyn Cooper



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A weekly poem, read by the author.
Feb. 7 2012 6:30 AM


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The countryside’s alive with movement:
a murder of crows flies over us,
cows in a field walk in line
instead of side by side, tractor
slowly plows another field.
Cars drive by from time to time,
robins soar from tree to tree
to telephone line, which
sways under their feathery weight,
making local conversations hazy.              
Branches and leaves flap in a wind
that blows circles of dust into the air,
clogs our lungs and makes us cough
until we see clouds coming fast.

We laugh and laugh—the weather’s why
we left—then dredge up stories
from the years we lived here, among
cows and plows and pines, before we
settled in a city of other movements,
found new rhythms that suit us better,
we tell ourselves over and over.


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