MY HEART IN PIECES
by Priscilla Atkins

Crippled, her late eighties,
Mom lamented, “No one
around here whistles”––

she used to whistle a long two-
tone from the porch, calling
her children home;

one evening an escaped parakeet
from blocks away quietly rode
in, winged green on her apron bow.

This morning, Gene, in his
reds, tremolos, making
the rounds of weeds and roses.








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Priscilla Atkins has worked as a librarian and an instructor of
women’s and gender studies.  Her collection of lyric poems,
The
Café of Our Departure
, was published by Sibling Rivalry Press
in 2015.
   


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Apple Valley Review:
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Volume 10, Number 2
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