[MOSAIC] AN INVITATION

[Felicia Barra]

Okay, now that someone has mentioned gray clouds of exhaustion, is her 
relationship with her brother strained and maybe even though she's tried to 
make amends, he's not responding.

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>I am an adopted child and I didn't think of adoption.  But that would sort 
>of make sense, trying the same name in any number
> of cities, you could be calling a person without really knowing anyone in 
> that city.  I got a real sense of distance between the
> voice in the poem and her brother, like maybe he held himself above her 
> somehow.
>
> Lori
>
> On Sun, 28 Jan 2007 21:30 , Nancy Hagerty <hagertyn at slcs.us> sent:
>
>>Why is she imagining standing high above Lake Michigan?
>>Is her brother at the bottom of Lake Michigan?  Or is he up in heaven?
>>(gray clouds of exhaustion)
>>Is her brother with her?  Are they working together?  Is he the one
>>totally depressed?
>>Is she trying to get a hold of his (her brother's) significant other?
>>Someone who would have seen or talked to him more recently than she had?
>>Could she have been adopted and now searching for whom she believes her
>>family might be?
>>
>>
>>>> The Phone Call
>>>> Philip Levine
>>>>
>>>> She calls Chicago, but no one
>>>> is home. The operator asks
>>>> for another number but still
>>>> no one answers. Together
>>>> they try twenty-one numbers,
>>>> and at each no one is ever home.
>>>> "Can I call Baltimore?" she asks.
>>>> She can, but she knows no one
>>>> in Baltimore, no one in
>>>> St Louis, Boston, Washington.
>>>> She imagines herself standing
>>>> before the glass wall high
>>>> over Lake Shore Drive, the cars
>>>> below fanning into the city.
>>>> East she can see all the way
>>>> to Gary and the great gray clouds
>>>> of exhaustion rolling over
>>>> the lake where her vision ends.
>>>> This is where her brother lives.
>>>> At such height there's nothing,
>>>> no birds, no growing, no noise.
>>>> She leans her sweating forehead
>>>> against the cold glass, shudders,
>>>> and puts down the receiver.
>>>>
>>>>
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