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Portrait of the Mother as a Pitcher
Today I will offer up daffodils.
I will put all thought of milk aside.
Today I am not a container
for warmth and nourishment.
This may be the start
of what happens next: the spring
of green stems from my belly
and my reaching hands
like those of a gold goddess,
open and many.
Anna Kisby
