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Lovers!   Do not fling your carefully embroidered coat beneath the feet of your beloved!  His beauty is appallingly evident but

you’ve pretty plumage, too.   Keep the coat.  There is a field littered with the stones that struck the sky’s tarnished mirror.  The cracks in its mirror are trees.  When you walk that field, wrap your coat close.  It will startle the landscape with a mis-stroke of color.  Tenderly, tenderly it will open (like an undergarment) for whomever watches, waits (tending what sure fire?)  for you to come home.


my new digs

I have taken up residence in an obsidian tower.

It has no chinks for the intrepid to grip.

It is an obelisk.

I am the odalisque who lives in the obelisk.

I converse with birds.

just moved in

 

 

 

 

 

I will write no more of love.

I will write no more of love.

Is anyone ever satisfied?

A Japanese poet, maybe.

When her lover (a jade bead

slipping along a silk cord

which is a path

white with almond blossoms

or snow?)

hurries.

My garments do not tie closed.

The stairs to my room are

dirty and who ever mounts them?

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