The immediate-
awash with musts and can’ts.
The distance glitters.
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Seconds
~The night man.
When it’s time,
he has packages for me.
Seven a week.
No time off for good behavior.
They always fascinate,
though I must buy them
with pieces that have been dear to me.
In his thrall,
I awake each day
a little closer
to childhood.~
In song
An Aria for the Sky
A Hymnal for the Earth
An Anthem for the Ocean
A symphony for the Sun
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Image from Pixabay
Two rooms
We sleep separately
(good neighbours that way)
I plug in
and am known as Vader.
The motors of her snore
are like a cheetah’s purr
and, of late,
she reports things that go bump-
a slammed door
something in the ceiling
talkative ghosts
We hold hands with long, long arms.
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Image: Pixabay
The speeder
I have threads, vignettes.
Some fleshed out.
Others at loose ends.
This unseemly train has lost its brakes-
can’t stop at ancient stations.
Those sad confreres are left stranded,
waving.
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Fallen
I tasted shampoo
as I lay in the dry tub,
all bones pill-broken,
noseblood in rivulets
on porcelain.
And my desperado thought:
Come to me now,
for I cannot reach for you
any more.
Free at last
~Raindark cobblestone. Walk in sheen of gaslights. The cold. My gloves, galoshes. I’ve left his door at last. His fist, threatening-but never again, now. His silence bought. I have done murder, and my God has seen it. On his mercy am I- free for this while, but aimless, sodden.~
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Hearth and home
City bustle-
swimmers in the deep air,
all alive as bees.
Urgent fetchings,
bound soon for night homes.
Closed curtains, cold hearths.
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Becalmed
~You must pay attention to what calms the animal. If you are afraid, stay back. But if you will, approach slowly. Let them see that your hands are low and open. Note if they are nervous. Stay still a moment in your patience and your scent. Judge whether the time is right to stay.~
Commandment
Said the floating head: ~ Tonight, look out over this rippling lake. See those who swim on their backs, just beneath its surface. Their eyes are alight. Their spirits bright. Gilled as the fish, they drive the night.~
Photo by Anthony Constantine
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