poems by Rena J. Mosteirin

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Thursday, April 13, 2017

From the Country to the City

Owls can stop time.
When an owl flies up over a field
mouse eyes light up like stars.

Time stops, the mice freeze
into constellations
of crunch. Owls swoop

into those moments when
nothing is breathing.
After a mouse gets snapped

the field starts to run again
with small animals, with sap
with coal black mud.

I made this coat from field mice,
I wore it to the city
where a homeless man

yelled in my face, You don’t
know what it’s like, and
grabbed my fur sleeve.

I pulled a dead mouse
from my pocket and hissed.
I stopped time.