Two Poems by Kim Shuck

Dead Bumblebee on the Driveway

If my hand 
No longer under my control
Someone somewhere else
Choosing 
For me 
What my hand 
Creates
Caresses
The other hand pulls honeybees from my hair
If my eye
What will I be 
Allowed to see?
What will I be required
To turn 
Away 
From
I can hear the yellow jacket
Pounding itself on the
Bedroom window
But can't look
Can't lift the sash
If heart
Now in unfamiliar rhythm
Granting and denying
Blood
From this chair 
I can just hear
Squash bees
Singing zucchini
Singing pumpkin
Can just hear them
For now
Our Own Times

Season of wind ticks over
Change
Transformation
Blurry membranes between
Poems
Identities
Differences we will identify as difference
Differences that are not difference
Allowed to be you if
You are like the children in the books
Or so they say and
They will choose the books
And we who are designated different
We find the places to meet one another
Find the things that we knew all along
In dream or in poem
We find each other
In our own definitions
Our own times
Kim Shuck

Kim Shuck is the 7th San Francisco Poet Laureate Emerita. Shuck's 9th solo book has just arrived in galley form and she is editor or co-editor of a further 9 volumes. Shuck hosts at least three readings a month and reads as many as six times a week. She generally wanders her house muttering poem fragments, drinking from her pint mug of tea and wearing her moon and stars pjs.

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