Tagged: sleeves

our mom’s azaleas

our mom’s azaleas
unfurl with
tricks up her
sleeves,
neverminding
the gardener’s
schemes
.
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morning takes cover,

Spring is late as we

Spring is late as we
stand outside those
glass doors, locked
at opening
hour, hungry
and counting
up every minute past its
due date, fists tucked
into gloves, hidden
in sleeves, forgiving
smiles
frozen ready
.
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years later, the trick

years later, the trick
is still hidden away in
his sleeves, guarded by

those wish-fulfilling fingers –
in dad’s arms, i feel weightless
.
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when it comes

may bursts from

may bursts from
the foamy
white
sleeves
of magicians,
twisting into
the air with
a flap of her
voracious wings
.
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last night a perilla

last night a perilla
twig snapped and lit
into me such
unmanned sobs –
one moment, i was
dry, the next,
my sleeves were
defenselessly
soaked
.
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