Here is a group of poems that belong together.
Number 55
The avenue in the wind
From the bus the plane trees
Flew past
I asked my mother
Where are the trees going?
She said
I don’t understand the question
The trees kept rushing
Into white air
Noah
I saw a horse swim in a lake
Its nostril fluttering above the water
And a wild eye
I said to my mother
When god flooded the world
The horses did not drown
Because they can swim
She said
The flood was forty days and nights
So all the horses
Would grow tired and sink
Bread
I sat in the garden
I ate the garden bread
It was hard like cinder
Family
My mother said
We are going now
We’ll leave you in the playground
For another family
I wondered who the next family would be
I looked from face to face
Until she came back for me
And pulled me by my arm
