- What’s good for the orchid is bad for the yogurt.
- Sofa-arm slipcovers make me very, very nervous.
- The years fly quickly.
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I watch carefully as form inverts
along the optic nerve to become
a weight of the heart, life between pages,
a boutonniere for the mind
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I can be your pruner baby,
come display the roses
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Consider that I cherish you all,
this love of many colors
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Tonight the statues come alive – we dance!
Flesh on alabaster
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In my dream I finally turn lucid and
realize I just don’t care about flying
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I release a bee, caught between screen and window,
crank open the glass; it takes him a while to finally trust
there is freedom beyond the pane.
Good stories and times at the hive tonight.
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In summer she’d sing through the window fan
to embellish her own vibrato
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At night, with my eyes inured to the dark, I flash the lights on.
Photons converge to blind me, parade to illuminate my optic nerve,
a flare – I am a film negative, colors inverted until I adapt and am
once again rightly defined,
trillions of sucking pulsating vortices,
the pointillism of the actual corrects itself;
in the time it takes, in that gap, I am postured, the interim, neither.
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In the reruns
the Towers still stand
each and every
episode
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