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It's a Boy
by Angie Minkin
Maybe you’ve lived here too long,
hands cramped, the bronze July light
dissolving in fog so damp
you want to travel to mercy.
But the garden requires your cold hands,
overgrown gooseberry silvered with fruit and snails,
the $10 strawberry plant purchased
on a whim at the farmers market.
Those seven ripe berries your summer harvest.
You mutter out front, masked, gloved, shivering
as you collect trash the wind has angled,
retrieve cigarette butts dropped by the next-door neighbors.
Still, the aeonium unfurl in garnet rosettes
and the stalks crashed down by a skateboarder
are surviving in potting soil.
You like your neighbors
and your cats love to stalk the fish drying on their clothesline,
yet here you are, snarling like the grumpy old lady
you never wanted to become.
Hip-hop blasts from the pink house across the street
as the family wraps their garage like a gift,
the door floating with blue and white
balloon arches, the security gate puffy
with bright blue letters: It’s A Boy!
To celebrate, slick-haired young men pilot
shiny SUVs around and around the block,
horns harmonizing in hoarse melody,
young women waving wildly from open moonroofs.
This drive-by baby shower stops only to drop off
boxes of Huggies, plates of tamales.
The aroma so glorious, it knocks you to your knees.
Mama and baby nowhere to be seen,
the new dad leans against his prized red Camaro.
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