Your-Hope

 

I will teach my child to read fences

tell the X, from the Y, 

judge tension in the note and the not

 

I will teach how to curl like a mouse

sense thunders of touchdowns and tarmacs

climb, roll, smell borders

 

Mother, lover, blood-trafficker,

for sheer map and milk of her life,

I will teach her to sing

 

Your-Hope   Your-Hope