This poem is taken from Stand 220, 16(4) November - December 2018.

Mary Madec Three Poems
My Empty Nest

A cuckoo sings in the night through an open window, full-throated notes
distend her bellows
                                 ricochet into the mildness of May.

I think wryly of my emptying nest, then in cuckoo land pace myself
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