Read Poem: PENELOPEAN ULYSSES, by Marli Merker Moreira

She gets tired of waiting
in the hope:
He will want
And love her.

It has been decades
She has started this shawl.
Each row of knitting
Cries out for yearnings
Things past will return.

Ulysses is here
After long voyages.
His mind remains
On distant shores.

Penelope has pulled the yarn.
Her work discloses
Sad color rags.
Her needles know the dream is over
For nothing can weave anew
The heart he has destroyed.

She does not knit now:
Why will she waste
Fingers, yarn, and needles?

Penelope conks out:
“Ulysses, go back
To your mermaids!
You are far below my salt”.

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