Snapshot Poems 2008
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2008-12-09 Snapshot Poem
Not an orphan yet, I come to you. Snow here is heavy and wet, sky darker than ground. The doctor reads the future in runes of blood and bone. I watch the snow fall, slant, across the streetlight. The kitten brings me her feathered toy, like a dead bird in her mouth, a low growly… Continue reading
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Dreamer
https://sb.typepad.com/files/dreamer.mp3 Somebody came to my door and offered to give me a child who had been abandoned. I declined but thought of you. They say that in dreams, the house is the body. Or perhaps the psyche. A house of many rooms. But who is the child? Who is the offerer? Who the prospective parent?… Continue reading
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Frost Moon
Death walks with me but there is no scythe. For some it's sudden, done. For others, no swift taking, but a slow evaporation, a stiffening, a brittleness, a steady sloughing of the self. This rain is heavy, loud. Fallen leaves turn black and slimy, sink into mud, slide on pavement. The moon is invisible, but… Continue reading
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Harvest Moon
I wake to a bright night, moon restingon the swell of the mountain. Geese pass noisily overhead, barkinglike a herd of schnauzers. A storm spins past Galvestonanother spins out of Washington and yet another from Wall Street,each leaving loss and debris in its wake. I listen to love songson the radio and try to remember… Continue reading
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Haircut
The Braid Its weight unfelt until absent, the braid lies on the hair dresser’s table. No tears in my chair, she said, and there were none. In the Twenties, this was scandalous, women cutting off their hair. What’s left is grey. Today women cut their hair when the divorce is final, or when he… Continue reading
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