May 1, 2013

by Laura Shovan

My daughter
says she will
join me
on the steps
with a book
while I
regard our
back garden.
She does not come.
In the heat
and stillness,
A praying mantis
in the lattice
and clematis vine,
body mottled
brown speckled,
head like
a heart or
arrow. It
hangs from a
wood slat,
Green intention.
I think it will
eat the aphids
gathered yellow
on the vine
but it wavers,
its mind
is not in keeping
with mine,
walks its slow
sticky walk
some other
I wait for
my daughter.
She has promised
to come out.

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Editor of Little Patuxent Review, Laura Shovan (website) was a finalist for the 2012 Rita Dove Poetry Award. Her chapbook Mountain, Log, Salt and Stone won the 2009 Harriss Poetry Prize. She edited Life in Me Like Grass on Fire: Love Poems and co-edited Voices Fly: An Anthology of Exercises and Poems from the Maryland State Arts Council Artist-in-Residence Program, for which she teaches.

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  1. May 1, 2013 at 6:33 pm

    This tiny moment, emblematic of all parents, waiting for their children, and they, like the mantis, are already going in another direction. Lovely, Laura. It may not be your thoughts, but that’s what I took from it. (Liked your voice, too!)

  2. May 4, 2013 at 8:32 pm

    Wonderful moment, Laura. What a full life.

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