“Mother Tosses Three Children into San Francisco Bay”
by Robert Wynne
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- Knight Ridder Headline, 10/20/05
Mom dropped me first
and I remembered
telling her I had dreamt
my arms were wings
which was why
I couldn’t learn
to swim, built as I was
for the sky. The city
spread before me
as I fell: the bridge
that carried us here
and buildings reaching
away from sea spray
glistening the edges
of everything. I wonder
how long I’ll have to wait
for my brothers. The water
is a cold mouth
swallowing light
as I stretch my arms wide
and fly deeper.
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