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Column 593

Loneliness

Intro by Ted Kooser
07.31.2016

Here’s a fine, deft­ly made poem by Meg Kear­ney, of New Hamp­shire, in which the details deliv­er the emo­tions, which are nev­er overt­ly named oth­er than by the title. It’s my favorite kind of poem, and it’s from her book An Unkind­ness of Ravens, from BOA Edi­tions. Her most recent book is Home By Now (Four Way Books 2009). 

Loneliness

The girl hunting with her father approaches
the strange man who has stopped at the end
of his day to rest and look at the lake.
Do you like geese? she asks. The man smiles.
The girl draws a webbed foot from her pocket
and places it in his hand. It's late fall
and still the geese keep coming, two fingers
spread against a caution-yellow sky. Before
he can thank her, the girl has run off, down
to the edge of the water. The man studies her
father, about to bring down his third goose
today—then ponders the foot: soft, pink,
and covered with dirt like the little girl's hand.
He slips it into his coat pocket, and holds it there.

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