after Billy Collins
A poem
is a black cat walking luck into your journey
See how it twists its spine to land you
on all four legs
What a fine parachute it makes
Take its silk
and fashion a child's frock
a tent for the homeless
a curtain for a poet's cell
Or spin a deep river
Remember your lifejacket
you don't have to understand water
to drown in it
© Lizz Murphy 2008
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