Tent

Sometimes in the morning,

before opening my eyes,

I dream of our tent,

that tiny green dome.

From behind its walls

thin as skin, I hear birds,

leaves, a brush of wind.

I yearn for that waking,

that once tethered dawn when

unzipping the door

I leaned into the world.

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Jane Schapiro is the author of a volume of poetry, Tapping This Stone (Washington Writers’ Publishing House, 1995) and the nonfiction book, Inside a Class Action: The Holocaust and the Swiss Banks (University of Wisconsin, 2003), selected for the Notable Trials Library. Her chapbook Mrs. Cave’s House won the 2012 Sow’s Ear Poetry Chapbook competition. Her essays and poems have appeared in publications such as the American Book Review, The American Scholar, Prairie Schooner, The Southern Review, The Sun, and Yankee among others.

http://www.janeschapiro.com/

Photo by Shin-ichi Kumanomido.

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