Tuesday, June 18, 2013

the tree is my curtain

the tree is my curtain
heart green leaves
white fruit blossoms
black hungry crows
light hung branches
you--still locked in your life
the tree is my curtain

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Tuesday, June 11, 2013

after the cataract was removed

even target was magic
the black puppy in the little girl's hand
the parakeet on the man's shoulder
the whipped creamed drinks my children begged for
the pop star shopping
alone and without
a cap or shades
his body guard waiting
by the honda in the lot
the firemen in their red red trucks
even the obese family of three
each with the same
sad, stoic face

because because because
because my eyes could see