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Surrender

9 Sep

 

I awoke from a dream.
“Surrender Dorothy”,
in curling black
across the rainbowless sky.
Reminded.
So noted, you faiththiever.
You witch whose whispers
of someday being never
are encased like relics in coffinblack satin, and charnal green.
Time slips,
each second slides toward the hourglass maw.
Oh beloved, a pair of red shoes.
Oh beloved, a home.
Oh beloved, lost.
Aunt Emma’s face in the mirror
lined by seventy six years
of solitary trod.
You will not win.
You will not scour
my last few hours of their light.
Red feet do not yield.
Cornfields do not cry.
Courage, is when a dustdry
heart in bluebird rage replies,
NEVER.

Open Ocean

20 Mar

When I woke up, it smelled like someone was making breakfast.
Some things, I’ll never understand.

I’m not going to cry.

I’ll get up.
Dress comfortably well.
Go have tea and oats.
Organize my life for tomorrow.
Sit, dream and watch people.

If there was a dart to throw at one point of the world
where the flower of dreams blooms,
I could attach a strand of red wool
and chain stitch toward the plotpoint of
where I’ll find you.

But for now it’s tea and oats
and forgetfulness in focus,
shuffling tiny stacks of details
like sand bars to navigate before
open ocean.

And I’ll leave this treasure map
unfixed or finished.
Because finding one’s way
is never smooth nor even
especially when light becomes
more precious than the prize.

January 15, 2018

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