One Morning

By Emmy Pérez Emmy Perez
Yellow pines    No ever    no green    except
where stems brown needles green    I walk

on the wooden train    The fall’s water you swam in
one cold morning    What you braved    That ice

path    A horse fence    Where fences are horses
with long hair    I braid the tale of the fall of stables

Four paws touch dirt    stirring
a flirt of sky a bundle of rare    You bundle

into stables    I open with sandy tongue
taste the grain of barkwater

I look at myself in
a mirror of weather

Rain trenzas    Dirt cups us    We drink

& spin like tornillos    A swallow’s nest    like an adobe
tornado    Shit & mud & feathers & forming pitchfork claws

Eggshells gone    We rest in the ocean smalls
the pink throat

The back door is also the front    The only
smoke hole    Feathers rise
& we follow

"One Morning" by Emmy Pérez from The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry, edited by Francisco Aragón. (Tucson: University of Arizona Press, 2007). Used by permission of the author.

Source: The Wind Shifts: New Latino Poetry (The University of Arizona Press, 2007)

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Poet Emmy Pérez

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

Subjects Landscapes & Pastorals, Nature, Relationships

Poetic Terms Imagery, Metaphor, Aubade

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Emmy Pérez is the author of With the River on Our Face (University of Arizona Press, forthcoming Fall 2016) and Solstice (Swan Scythe Press, 2003, and 2011). Originally from Santa Ana, California, she earned her BA from the University of Southern California and her MFA from Columbia University. Her work has been published in journals such as North American Review, Prairie Schooner, Mandorla, and Newfound;and in anthologies . . .

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SUBJECT Landscapes & Pastorals, Nature, Relationships

POET’S REGION U.S., Southwestern

Poetic Terms Imagery, Metaphor, Aubade

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