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Blaine County Poetry Corner

I Hold My Breath

By: Mary McKenzie

When I hear the front door open

and the mud boots tromping in

and the turning of the doorknob

and the voice of my children,

I hold my breath.

I gauge by their expression,

by the speed at which they come

and tonation of their voice,

if their mood is troublesome.

I hold my breath.

Did the pregnant sow have piglets

in the forty-four below?

Did the heifer jump the fence

for greener pastures? I don’t know…

I hold my breath.

Is the guinea acting sickly?

Did the rooster tear his comb?

Did a skunk run off with chickens,

or the swine break fence to roam?

I hold my bre...

 
 
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