By Frannie Lindsay

When at last I can let the waves,
so tired from their pilgrimage,

nuzzle the toes of my boots
while I think up another

lie about God
to toss across Lake Dunmore,

I find my peace knowing
a gustful of starlings will carry it back

a little at a time,
at their leisure,

in marigold-yellow beaks,
letting the shreds of the words

that once made it into the old,
harsh prayers

be their new and adequate
nest parts.

Frannie Lindsay is the author of three previous volumes of poetry and received The Missouri Review Prize in 2008. This poem is from her fourth book manuscript, Our Vanishing, which Red Hen Press selected for the 2012 Benjamin Saltman Award, to be published in spring 2014.

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