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That You Be

On the roof
the city below
is quiet

Gray
the order of
the day

People still use clotheslines here
cursive swoops of nylon rope
wet haberdashery semaphore

Empty rivers on either side
the low-end of tugboat blasts
is lost here

Each one grabs
an arm
a leg
apiece

Spreads me like a kite
brings me to the edge
begins a count of three

A sail on the river begs a breeze
no longer grasps hold
kites below become smaller

. . . I be gone

It is certainly quieter here
save for the rush of wind

Chagall 2016

You Be Saved

chagall backdrop

From the limbs of this sycamore
I have watched the holy
come and go since ever,
the start of Time.

I, the repentant collector,
the kindhearted harlot,
the leper, the beggar,
the lush.

ironic, I’m saved
despite more pious
and deserving of the Love
most deserved.

How many nights
have I housed a Messiah,
supped on simple breads

while eternity draws
the spinning room
tight about makeshift cosmos
that hover there for the eve.

My, how the gods can juggle,
with appetites without end,
despite their not being
of earth and space.

And in the morning
they’re gone,
leave behind
small smears of blood
from where the wounds
still heal.

© Chagall 2013

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