Tag: worth of poetry

Humid

Unlatch me, catch and return me scales, underbitten and in the flesh A real guest of honor. Crumpled shirts creased, A Western hanging for Black hats. Barn door closets Open and craving smart suits. Drawers devoid of life, Almost empty except Gideon’s guide book — The Special Edition With tourist maps all Pointing north at

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Eventide

Riding passenger side, I snap shots Winding up, down in front Stability taking on long exposures. From the back seat youth mocks Our separated falconer’s aging grace. Two instant polaroids, twins Destroyed by pictures of memory. Precious and precarious, sliding There once, here once, Then at once gone again. Right heel dug into the floorboard,

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Present Perfect

I find all the sunshine ever shined,
Filtered through my forests, my pin pupil eyes.
And I, without permission,
Acting out against all advice –
Finally stare into the sun.