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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Smiths, As I Understand Them</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">There's a box at the hospital in which to deposit<br>children unlikely to win the Nobel Prize.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">They cradled their son past that box,<br>though he'd been born with a pillow factory<br>where his heart should have been.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">That first night, they took turns<br>putting ears to his chest, listening to feathers<br>being sorted, and wondered what kind of birds<br>lost their lives so the blood of sleep<br>could dream through his veins.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Doves, she hoped.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Roosters, his father said, surprising himself.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At the school for special children, his best friend,<br>a girl whose collar bones were the shadows<br>of bears, kissed him somehow<br>from the other side of the teeter-totter.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The boy whose eyes were lighthouses said, now<br>you have to get married.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twenty years later, when they did, they came back<br>and made love on that teeter-totter, in the middle,<br>rocking slightly up and down, though the far ends<br>never touched the earth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Their daughter knew none of this<br>until one day she cried<br>because she could not tip over or fall down<br>like the other kids at school.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=352637" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her mother, while explaining the conception<br>of the girl's incomparable balance, braided her hair<br>into an actual swan, a black swan<br>who made the girl feel her head<br>was a pond on a windless day, which is what<br>she wrote in her diary: My head is a pond<br>on a windless day.<br>Leading the diary to write in its diary,<br>I didn't have the heart to tell her<br>I felt a breeze, and in that breeze<br>I smelled a storm, and in that storm<br>I heard the screaming of trees, for the diary<br>had been raised to keep its thoughts<br>to itself, with perfect penmanship,<br>in the belief that words are bodies<br>who would admit, if asked, "my experience<br>of the transcendental has always been<br>a secondary one," but go on, still,<br>to do the work we've asked them to,<br>to hold everything our arms cannot.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Bob+Hicok">Bob Hicok</a></strong></div>