December 2009
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Magic Hour
People pass in a leisurely blur On horseback, an odd juxtaposition Of both place and time- a city Where everything is possible And in being so, becomes necessary. A dozen dogs in four hands, soft coats Softer still in the meager sun Of early spring. Joggers test their wrists And happy immigrants talk spiritedly, Trading sips of coffee and bites of bagel. Walkers pass under bridges, Through...
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Streets of Gold
First memory of a sacred mosque, Salmon-colored in the brilliant sun Of mid-morning, birds flitting in and out Of familiar arcs. On a beach, a man In elaborate robes sells rides on his camel, And offshore I can see an island being built In the shape of a palm leaf, a resort for the elite. An old man in white robes falls asleep On a wooden bench on a shining tile walk. Men in long shirts matched...
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Woke
I dream the most amazing women. Last night, one simple and lovely- She trusted me, Turned to me in her need, Leaned on me physically, Bent over me, speaking Her perspective into my eyes. She was my friend And I was grateful. With her, I needed no pretense. That was peace I don’t know In the light. So I slept her existent And I was happy, And then I woke her away.
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Instead
I have photos instead Of memories. I keep looking through my albums- Thousands of images And not a single story. I wonder who I am. I wonder why. All those years I spent Yearning to get out Into the world, Instead of dying, I saw it differently. I thought if I traveled A million miles, I would arrive somewhere. But I’m nowhere. I’m no one And nothing in particular; I’m cold and weightless, In a...
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Tall Grey Men
Tall grey men with knobby knees Their cultures on their backs One has eyes and the other sees But neither one keeps track Past the bridges and knotted hills Through tree lines, streets and snow One must eat so the other kills And farther on they go Draw from streams a taste of life That cascades over stones Nourishment for withered minds And rest for broken bones Everyday the sun beats down And...
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Blue Street
I only want enough quiet to read by Silence that I can see in Pale light washes all the color From my skin like paper ash Grey blood through my charcoal heart Hostile buildings spit lamp luster My eyes stinging I rise and pace the decks My knees debate the insistence of gravity As my spine longs to press cold metal A shadow squawks over the black water below Shadows drag men to the edge of...
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A Murder of Doubts
A crow landed on my table by the bay, Looked in my tired eyes and asked, What is the nature of my soul? Does it grow from my body in lustrous plumes? Does it stretch for wind when I cross the blue? Does it grip the arms of wooden beasts? Does it peck and tear at rotting meat? Does it blink the light from all I watch? Does it rise from me in woeful squawks? What part of me makes me a crow? What, in...