Cracked Porcelain
Roman
are the numerals
that tumble the face
round and round
a polished stone
gleaming like sun on snow
you throw it in the air
toss it in the deep
chunk it over the fence
cross the street
through a window
against the wall
under the stove
rolls to stop
and lays there
helpless
in the dark
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Infancy
yesterday …
she had no teeth
today …
she lost two
and so
tonight …
the good fairy
will wing against her window
and leave dust in her hair
ballet on her breath
and a token of truth
to temper the void
morning brings
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Blue Moon
she went about
the necessary
all that was expected
practice perfected
so while her body
moved in and out of doors
and the talk was small
ticks on the wall
up and down the sun
sliver to circle
stand here, turn there
switch on, switch off
take it out, put it there
prepare, purpose, plan
throw up your hands
let it fall
inside you know it all
doesn’t matter
anyway
long as
you know
you were here …
really here
once upon
a time
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Music
like a melody
deeper than sound
you don’t know why
just does
something inside
like all the records
you never heard before
all the notes you never knew
and it fills some part of you
some place you missed
long the way
and you know it now
as you walk away
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Sacred
be there no
possession
save the possession
of thyself
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The Desk
it was old
made of torn trees
and brushed amber
covered in scars
felt how deep
the mar
slid the drawers
open and closed
and saw
the inner workings
still intact
untouched by time
knew it mine
and emptied
my pockets
then and there
for there is
no price …
TL