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She died this morning
and the rest of us must face
the cold and sunlight.
☯
“The sky is the last
part of the earth,” says the boy
in the orange t-shirt.
☯
Down comes that heavy sign
“Jesus Saves” in white neon
who owns the church now?
☯
At the pit’s bottom,
firelight; imagine
a candled lantern.
☯
Today I am not
the madman, so hearing him
sets “me” to shivers.
☯
“Sleeping Please Don’t Knock”
and we may see her next spring
should she awake at all
☯
Dropless: Water wants
itself for company, worldwide,
pays for no ticket.
☯
All I really want
is to read about Elvis
and why he failed.
☯
The light goes down, ground
freezing-point, wait, more or less…
murmur ah, no more.
(with apologies to Samuel Beckett)
☯
My smile, eyes closed,
might be for your benefit
I’ll keep you guessing.
☯
I saw a pink bra
points up on the wet sidewalk
Thanksgiving Day.
☯
Windstorm upon us
somebody’s cooking liver
one floor below.
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Murmur of the rain
just barely drowns out the the drone
of my space heater.
☯
Birds fly, unperturbed
by our many names for them
and their business.
