Poetry
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i never thought as I carried her over the threshold
i never thought as i carried her over the thresholdthat the october wind would blowthis cold and this continuous through the wallfrom around the window frame in the wallit blows down on where the child’ll sleepblows the pilot light in the gasfurnace out and this with cold comingback in augustwe’d planned to put a crib… Continue reading
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the house
the house sways and the wind blows and calms and blows and changes direction you rise from your bed and mom rises from beside you and me and mel and alice rise we don’t talk while you dress we don’t talk while you eat we don’t talk when you turn and smile and wave your… Continue reading
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snow coils in the street
snow coils in the streetdrift of pale anacondaair squeezed out of tires Continue reading
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at five hundred hours maybe six
at five hundred hours maybe sixthe streets through july are still partially shadedfrom the midtown sun by the overnight darkinto those streets comesthe ambulance in its kitten skinned coatits eyes flash like emergenciesit mews and a siren criesat one of the fourplex doorswhere with kitten claws its knockscrapes down the weathered tinthe ambulance is the… Continue reading
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love her eyes from were to are
love her eyes from were to arefrom everything in the room to youfrom blue to the brighter glad to see you blueto the shining excited to see you blueand when her head turns away when her face facesthe window when her eyes look out and seethe leaves on the elm saddenfrom green to brilliant as… Continue reading
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there was dream previous to this
there was dream previous to thisdream dreamt in the black ink depths of the seawhere creatures never seenswim through the deeper sleepdream not remembered as i rise float upward almost break surface with my face wake almostsea water filters dims the light that enters from aboveby which i read the parchment coloureddream of sandread the… Continue reading
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through a hole in a wood
through a hole in a wood plank face of a tent on a fencepostbeaks wide open baby swallows two or three a band of amateur birds a choirof voices that haven’t maturedthat haven’t trained to singthey cheep cheepcheepfrom the stage that is a floorof block wood in a small house made of two one by… Continue reading
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when the elector leaves dresden
when the elector leaves dresdenleaves his mother sophie to answerthe lords of saxony and the emperor’s menwhile he rides one may morning out on a palfreyaccompanied by his huntsman his falconera guest or two with an escortof squires apprenticed to the knights who ridecoursers and great horseswhen he arrives staysat his hunting palace at rochlitz… Continue reading
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with words pike pointed
with words pike pointedand spear tipped steel and sharpened and polished piercethe center of his smock let him be the oldest man the man most warped who swingsa leg stiff at the knee and unbent through the door into the kitchen who before the day’s fire’s put in the stove comes uncalled and uninvited unmet… Continue reading
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