This poem is taken from Stand 223, 17(3) September - November 2019.

Lorna Shaughnessy Five Poems
Annunciation in a Northern Clime
    For Mary Szybist

You came, feathers dripping, expecting to find recognition.
It might have helped if it hadn’t been raining,
if you had appeared in the doorway in a halo of morning light.
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