Tagged: postaweek2011
in my parent’s house
in my parent’s house
i wake up to the
sounds of
heart pine steel
whispering as not
to wake me, soft
padding of
footsteps in the
hall, across the kitchen
in my parent’s house
we are held
between
heart pine steel
reinforced by
the breathing columns
shuttling in and out of
our particular
nucleus, like bio-
macromolecules
trying to make a living
in my parent’s home
they are
heart pine steel –
every morning
beauty
every evening
warmth – and
everything is anchored
effortlessly
like some
sort of enchantment
.
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monday, eight-
monday, eight-
thirty, the market
arrives, freshly
bathed
in sunrise,
each stand at
rest, gleaming
like race horses,
intense, astir,
possibilities anchored
.
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in a matter of seven
in a matter of seven
seconds, the earth’s
angular momentum
swings the sun
across the dance
floor, lets
go with a wink,
confident in
her return
.
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the western face
the western face
of the city harnesses
the sunset
with her
teeth
glittering. she has
built an intimacy
worthy of love
but he never
stays the night
.
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y
you can’t tell from the
you can’t tell from the
looks of it –
but a path can
smell like warm
afternoons on
empty beaches
.
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y
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