3 Saturday Pieces
[1] Spot
Stare at the wall. Stare at the spot where paint has peeled
to paint the likeness of a face
or the outline of a map that points to the place
where you were betrayed.
[2] Lantana
You Whitmanic flower containing all colors,
are you a migrant too walking from roadside ditches in worn shoes to this other country?
[3] Cone Flower*
You thrust a hedgehog At the sun, and stand
naked, naked at your center, your petals pulled down like an old bald man with a fringe of white hair
waiting for the butterflies to descend.
*Also know as Echinacea purpurea, and Echinacea comes from the Greek, echinos or hedgehog
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A Night Hymn
Sadness comes with a bouquet of nights' dark roses.
There in the cupboards and under the bed gather flocks of memories and lies: crows waiting to tear my flesh to bone.
Sadness comes, uninvited I suppose, to funereal nights.
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Night Rorschachs
[1] When summer wind swung the door through its whole arcThe mask fell from the nail leaving and revealing bones of air.
Such is the heavy weight, the unbearableness of
Words Being Light.Wherever tears fall, glistening white, on the open page of night they wound they wound.
[2] A rusty staircase wound like a snake around a pole
Is how your memories spiral up and down my spine.
None visits them anymore none, not even me.
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