near Mrs.: almost getting caught being around married women
Chagall 2019
Archive for May, 2019
Found her today at the ocean,
her heart tossed away to the sea,
she’ll no longer love by the river,
she leaves her home by the bay
She said “…there’s no need for other people,”
lately she’d lost all her point of view
about living
Misses the waves
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My mom, small as she was,
with her bare hands,
could open any jar
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Planted seven trees today:
apple, pear, apple, pear, apple, pear, pecan
In ten years time
I will make pies and compote
for family and friends
If you have a calf, please bring whipped cream
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the phantom turns
to see me approach,
in pelting rain, blinded,
I’ve my grandmother’s heart
to protect me, the last remnant
of her voice in my mind propels me
over the rise, on level ground at maximum acceleration
I plunge into the specter screaming her name
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oddly, lately
I am blue
after sex,
life’s weight,
the moment,
immediacy,
intimacy,
endless sky
above, us
so small,
we are,
our joy,
to revel,
two seek,
nil beyond
the blue
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A shadow of a bird flutters
about shadows of limbs
on the ground
Circles of light
where her eyes are
Our sun would cast shadow
if under and dwarfed
by another sun from above
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A prayer of tears for
heroes become angels.
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Night lights form shadows around drawer pulls,
finely sanded, soft gray on black, the slats of
the stool-backs appear as midnight staffs of music
on the tile floor, cold and white, talcum grout lines
travel to infinity down the hall, without promise
to converge, run parallel to my mind in flight,
low to the ground, lucid rarely awake, but
in dreams I slide underfoot, slip away, somewhere
inside the static
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Alphabet City 