Snapshot Poems 2005
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Snapshot 17 August 02005
I am waiting for the skyto fall. I am waitingto be wrapped in its bluecloak. I wait for this painin my shoulders to growinto wings. I wait forthe one who can lift mewithout effort. I wait forthe people in this bookto step out and fold mein. I am waiting for winter,for this dream to openinto… Continue reading
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[Belated] Snapshot 10 August 02005
August, the afternoon of the year, when the civilized retreat to shelter and shade. I wake early, before morning climbs over the mountain. I wake hot, distressed. I run away from my dreams. I wake in dampness, and sleep again. I wake late in the morning. I wake in wet sheets. I dream of volcanos,… Continue reading
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[Dream] Snapshot 27 July 02005
I am wearing someone else’s shoes.I stole them, but they were left rightout on the street. They are plastic pinkballet slippers, stiff as hardened leather. These shoes fit, but they are are madeof poison. Someone has neglected to fillthe aquarium; goldfish are swimming,gasping, in air. I receive a threatening note, in code. What is, or… Continue reading
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Snapshot 20 July 02005
I will not speak of it though sun speckle the ivy with yellow light and foxgloves sway in the breeze. I will be silent through heat and stunning slices of rain; through the river’s decline to its grey-pebbled bed. Though the air turn orange and thick with fire, I will say nothing. I drift like… Continue reading
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Snapshot 13 July 02005
I wake in pain, enter this day in pain. Young osprey circle above the swallows. A man in the park paces under the trees, swinging a metal detector. The tables have been moved together into one open space; a herd of picnic tables, green on the green grass. Heat. Bees hum in the foxglove. This… Continue reading
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