Rebecca York




Morning Report

 

 

There’s a broken-down car needing a tow,

Far left lane of the beltway.

And the Saudi

Government has dealt women another blow.

 

The law that restricts driving is cloudy . . . .

 

Each voice twists itself into the shell of

My ear, gaining traction in a short pause,

In words too shy to fall without a shove,

Information turned chaos for the cause.

Underneath, the quiet wails of the clutch

Set a syncopated beat that propels

Us down that switchback wannabe with such

Purpose. Each voice, still oblivious, swells.

But Chaos is music in conversational jazz,

Like Avishai Cohen, or someone as good as.




Rebecca York, the granddaughter of former Innisfree contributor Edwin Zimmerman, begins her undergraduate studies this month at Smith College.









                                    

 

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