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Column 731

Turning Over

Intro by Ted Kooser
03.24.2019

Per­haps you’ve seen minia­ture por­traits enclosed in lock­ets. Well, here’s a lit­tle por­trait enclosed in the pages of a chap­book by Penn­syl­va­nia poet Paul Mar­tin called Mourn­ing Dove, from The Com­stock Review Press. Here, the sub­ject is not frozen in its pose, but alive, up in the morn­ing, cough­ing, begin­ning to move around. 

Turning Over

In zero cold the engine's slow
to turn over, coughing
awake like my father sitting on the edge
of the bed staring at the blue linoleum floor,
coughing again, lifting his heavy body
into another day on the railroad section gang,
the icy wind through Lehigh Gap blasting
down on him as he raises the sledge hammer
and strains against the crowbar.
But now he's drinking coffee,
looking toward the dark window,
thinking of what?
Maybe watching Friday Night Fights
or ordering tomato seeds,
maybe the ghostly face in the window
staring back at him.

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2018 by Paul Martin, "Turning Over," from Mourning Dove, (The Comstock Review, 2018). Poem reprinted by permission of Paul Martin and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.