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Pillagers

They come,
they eat our food,
they sleep in our beds,
and sometimes they take our women…
brothers-in-law – who needs ’em!

Chagall 2019

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The Gray Box

I wait, unable to proceed:
the interim
between here and neither

I’ve petals to be picked

an about-face looms
if time shall pass

unable to start, this cusp
lines finely the point of departure
to no return, to no avail

how I wish it would rain,
turn drizzle to pellets
to floods, wash over me

watch over me
someone anywhere

ensnarled: this space
within prayer

Chagall 2019

That’s Right!

I’m so cool
that brain freeze
thaws me

Chagall 2019

The Special today is
all you can dream.

Chagall 2019

Art in Heaven

Watering the garden
I startled a rabbit
appeared to be lost
in prayer

She bolted a bit past the underbrush
but then turned and asked,
“Are you God?”

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Inured

So accustomed to us
we are, and so unaware
of the alien inside

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Eat the Cookie First?

The untanned flesh
between her breasts
stands out like the cream
of an Oreo

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Drizzle in the wetlands,
not rain but from morning’s
dewey canopy, the aroma
of green steam off the ferns,
joyous caws, mournful bellow
of doves, deep, resonant,
the sound of blowing into bottles,
sun so perfectly fractured into rays
catches ascending dust and insects,
tiny angels on the fly, I am so alive
without any hesitation to declare
indeed there is God.

Chagall 2019

The Tearing Melt

Bugs who fly into your eye
are definitely suicidal.

Chagall 2019

The Electric Hurdle

I love the feeling when knickers slip off,
as waistbands start to descend

Chagall 2019

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