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                                     Today   Today, as two planes flew into the World Trade Center, I cut branches from the maple tree in front of our house.   Today, while another plane flew into the Pentagon, I cut a tall branch that grew from a low knot.   Today while the buildings collapsed and burned, I found three near-fledged cedar waxwing chicks.   They were holding tight with tiny feet to the fallen branch straining necks upwards.   Above, in the crook of a branch that had been brushed hard by the falling one, a spilt nest from which they’d come.   I took the ladder from the garage, opened it against the tree, and rebuilt the nest as best I could.   Then I carried each chick gently back to nest, small clawed feet clutching desperately to my hands.   As I moved the last, it opened its mouth as if to ask me to regurgitate a meal into its mouth.   Instead, it let out its small alarm call, its parents flying in from somewhere, brushing my hair,

Curses and Wishes: Poems by Carl Adamshick My rating: 3 of 5 stars Shows promise, inconsistent, but some very fine passages View all my reviews