upon the sand
she sank
upon my shore
feet gritty and wide
white suns dancing
in her eyes
were hazelblue like
the waves before us
behind the heelpocks
traced
Passing within the doors
like eyelids open there,
the closet truths
we should not watch.
Grief seeps beneath
the doors like shutters
where the family weeps.
Within the photos
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The moon floats high
above my bed where dusty
footprints write new direction
upon an ancient history,
suspended overlapping tracings,
bright reflected signposts to
an unreal imagined future;
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Divorced from fissured heat,
within the boughs and beats
of corn fens’ stippled silks
(via foot from asphalt spills),
a scalloped spongy rut
forks twisted through the feld.
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The sun’s elbows nudged
the moon’s fullface and songbirds
from the morning of your birth,
and wrapped the earth
with throated swells approving–
the dancing orangebeams
streaming bright promises
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The day with moonlight
rose beyond my touch,
and bade my memory
(so distant now)
to see another snowy space
within my mother’s eyes,
not thirty winters on.
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