in rainpour I release me to the din cc: Chagall 2021
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she sews oh, so slow, her seams, it seems, are flawless on a treadle she pedals her way, stitches together dreams beautiful melodies of love on her Singer she once put a name-tag for me in every sock, one summer I left there's the very feint image - an apricot pit's striation in the varnish - she'd left one atop the machine to dry on a sunny day such was her habit for starting new houseplants I look for her in every window, she watching the new world go by, small paring knife in hand, a piece of stone fruit a wave (G Series, Model 66, part of a shipment of 50,000 sewing machines allotted to retailers on June 22, 1910) cc: Chagall 2021
why don't roof-eaves come pre-configured with bird homes and baths? well-crafted, nothing where the bird (or the water) might breach the eave, end up inside your home ...and not necessarily every eave cc: Chagall 2021
this is about a place where thought does not intercede simple as a rock I am unless I am water cc: Chagall 2021
How odd the language that results when I consider your dying your figure in the ground yet who you were, the ground about you through life, is forever preserved in my figured heart now such is the way of light and air cc: Chagall 2021
if I knew what I was trying to say I could be more specific cc: Chagall 2021
to be post-modern when the modern age hasn't yet ended behind in these times so gratefully, gracefully a gull over water arcs in a breeze deep deafened hurtle to drown head-first in life one foot in front of some other one-at-a-time once upon a time, this silent oath: I am cc: Chagall 2021
On The Little Street Behind Main Street Street, in the house next-door to the house next-door, lives a young girl. She is the wonderful daughter of the daughter of a wonderful daughter. As such, she and her grandmother have wonderfully much in common. The little girl lives at 24 The Little Street Behind Main Street Street. Her Grandmother lives next-door to the house next-door to the little girl at 28 The Little Street Behind Main Street Street. The Grandmother waves to the little girl and her Mother, and they wave back. The clothes from the wash that Papa put on the line today wave like clouds in the morning wind. These smell naturally of meadow. Wildflowers grow all over The Little Street Behind Main Street Street, because there is less cement here than on The Big Street Which Is Main Street Street. Flowers love soil, sun, water, good food, clean air, and healthy companions. All of those can be found on The Little Street Behind Main Street Street. cc: Chagall 2021
I helped an old lady - planed her stuck-door, enables her to come and go as she pleases To finish the job where the plane does not travel (at the door-bottom) I needed a rat-bastard file she knew what they were - My late husband called them dose rat bastids - and where his were love to las abuelas cc: Chagall 2021
all of her marginalia memorabilia is assembled there on the lawn at the foot of the mausoleum primrose sways in a steady breeze low in the grass below where faeries hover creeped-up between headstones, a ring of keys to heaven beckons shadows stark on green ground in glorious morning everything in order cc: Chagall 2021
