Nola Garrett: poet & translator
Landscape with Six Plastic Flamingos
Landscape with Six Plastic Flamingos
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Like childbirth, this crisis is of my own choosing
made one passionate Saturday morning six
days and nine months ago when words
alone were useless. My searching for
relief from the self's dictionary with another
has come to this nexus--a pink sestina--

though mid-labor it seems the sestina
like a pick-up football team has done the choosing.
Will they throw me the ball? Am I just another
skinny neighbor kid chosen because six
against seven are not enough for
a game? My team calls me Snake Lips, words

that hurt, because they're true. My words
slither around in the dream that is sestina,
a kind of pink story I make for
the man who landscapes with plastic flamingos, choosing
not art, he says, but what he likes. Six
constitutes a flamingo quarum--another

small scantling for maintaining another
sort of peace. His flamingos and my words
could be anywhere, curving out in six
directions, void and cold--the mind's sestina
a chaos. It's the glory of choosing, choosing
anything, that frees and shapes us for

our lorn, featherless flight. I look for
words, They're sea shells--here's one, here's another--
fix, coral, rampion, charismatic, tame, wing--choosing
some for shape, some for sound. These words
toss, jostle, ping, loop, unravel until sestina
pinks them. The're integrated, six

flamingos browsing, no longer at sixes
and sevens, knees bent the wrong way for
humans, though just right for a sestina
about the mind's plastic shore: another
landscape of blood,salt and words
that fancies pink, artificial birds choosing

flight--another sestina for six words' choosing.