[American]
She’s slicing ripe white peaches
into the Tony the Tiger bowl
and dropping slivers for the dog
poised vibrating by her foot to stop their fall
when she spots it, camouflaged,
a glimmer and then full on –
happiness, plashing blunt soft wings
inside her as if it wants
to escape again.
Source: Lindsay, S 2008, Poetry Magazine (October 2008),
www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=182268