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		<title>Poems by Lori Ann Kusterbeck</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Flight She sings outside his window the sweetness of spring new life, new home he watched for days as she laid every twig with care stealing hair from the dog cotton from the old deck chair building her nest then laying her eggs he saw them hatch tiny little beaks opened waiting within that nest [&#8230;]</p>
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<h3><strong>Flight</strong></h3>
<p>She sings outside his window</p>
<p>the sweetness of spring</p>
<p>new life, new home<span id="more-1625"></span></p>
<p>he watched for days</p>
<p>as she laid every twig with care</p>
<p>stealing hair from the dog</p>
<p>cotton from the old deck chair</p>
<p>building her nest</p>
<p>then laying her eggs</p>
<p>he saw them hatch</p>
<p>tiny little beaks</p>
<p>opened</p>
<p>waiting within that nest</p>
<p>for food</p>
<p>for Mom to return</p>
<p>he waited and saw them</p>
<p>take flight</p>
<p>tiny wings outstretched</p>
<p>and then gone</p>
<p>too soon</p>
<p>he witnessed the summer storms</p>
<p>huff and puff</p>
<p>and destroy the tiny house of twigs</p>
<p>so meticulously created</p>
<p>a temporary home, shelter</p>
<p>a reminder</p>
<p>that in the end</p>
<p>we are all subject to the elements</p>
<h3><strong>Yielding</strong></h3>
<p>I cannot yield</p>
<p>This moment in time is too much of a slippery slope</p>
<p>digging in my heels</p>
<p>applying the breaks</p>
<p>into the soft wet earth</p>
<p>only creates more mud.</p>
<p>I have no roots</p>
<p>Neither concrete nor wooden walls above my head</p>
<p>the stars are my nightlights</p>
<p>the moon is my clock</p>
<p>the earth is my bed</p>
<p>the city hundreds of miles away.</p>
<p>I am a stranger in this land</p>
<p>Displaced from my home, I cannot yield</p>
<p>exhausted – and yet I cannot sleep</p>
<p>hungry – and yet I cannot stop to eat</p>
<p>weary – and yet I cannot rest</p>
<p>my god, have you forsaken me?</p>
<p>Another diaspora</p>
<p>A different day, a different age and yet</p>
<p>the displacement is all the same</p>
<p>one family, one race, one people</p>
<p>desperate for freedom, for a chance at life</p>
<p>they cannot yield to those who oppress</p>
<p>and so they march on.</p>
<p><strong><em>About the Poet</em></strong></p>
<p><img decoding="async" class="alignnone wp-image-1627 size-medium" src="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1-300x300.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="300" srcset="https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1-300x300.jpg 300w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1-150x150.jpg 150w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1-768x768.jpg 768w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1-60x60.jpg 60w, https://prachyareview.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/7cda0-kusterbeck-photo-1.jpg 960w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" />Lori Ann Kusterbeck’s first poem was published at age 12. As a teen, she had over a dozen poems featured in Cleveland&#8217;s <i>The Plain Dealer</i> newspaper. Her first chapbook Back\words &amp; For/words was published by the Poet’s Haven Press in 2013. Most recently, she took home second place in the 2015 Hessler Street Fair poetry contest. Residing in Cleveland, she holds an MA in Philosophy and teaches college classes in philosophy and humanities. To read more of her work and to view her catalog of published pieces, visit her website at <a href="http://sincerelylori.com" target="_blank" rel="noopener">http://sincerelylori.com</a>.</p><p>The post <a href="https://prachyareview.com/2016/07/31/poems-by-lori-ann-kusterbeck/">Poems by Lori Ann Kusterbeck</a> first appeared on <a href="https://prachyareview.com">Prachya Review</a>.</p>]]></content:encoded>
					
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