Tagged: gifts

even now, in dreams,

even now, in dreams,
the gifts that made me swoon were
a fountain pen, some

clean sheets of paper, both hidden
away until they have aged
.
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in the heart of a

in the heart of a
win is also a
loss – spring
arrives, bearing
only these gifts
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: gifts

we are exchanging

i am opening

i am opening
a fresh package of
candied pinto
beans and
remembering
how you used to
carry them overseas,
from grandma to
grandma to
granddaughter,
hand to hand to
hand, an exchange
all at once
familiar and
unfamiliar, a
sugar-coated
nostalgia
.
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the evening arrives

another holiday,

in the sorry aisle

in the sorry aisle
of home depot,
there is a broad
selection
of advanced
apologetic power
tools, self-
condemnatory
drill bits to go
with, and drawers
of compunctious
nails. every
master mechanic’s
tool set comes
repentant, and all
featured products,
down to the last nut
and bolt, is especially
made for home
improvement,
batteries not included
.
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20080401

(for sergei rachmaninoff)

on your birthday, i imagine
four very fragile and lovely
hands breaking in
the twin Steinways Vladimir
brought as gifts overnight –

and oh, how he
rolled them in so
noisily, both wrapped like
no-nonsense bouquets
in clear crinkly paper
so that he could hide
the surprise awhile longer
suppress the singing
strings pulled breathlessly
still, their suspense weighing
heavily upon each wheel –

and how they finally
burn tonight,
hands and strings, as old
friends, you and Vladimir
swallow fire-breathing
concertos whole again
just inches
above the reflection
of New York City
.
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