part i
this city is alive
with the day of
the dead
i think
watching from
two stories
up:
a princess and a witch
hold hands to cross
the street
(having no
part in old fairy
tales)
joining a group
of ghouls and
presidents and
superheroes
to a similar
end
part ii
but it is autumn
now and winter
hereafter
i think
there will be
blue skies for
cold days
and radiators that
hiss like spring
rainstorms
to bookend the
day
was shalott better
than this? i wonder,
standing to take
one long, last
look out of the
window —
and close the
blinds
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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4 comments:
I am nominating you first best poet in the galaxy with this one. Love the scent of it and the imagery.
that was one of the best things you've ever written. wonderful. i'd say the new yorker should read this one.
that's good.
I liked the way the second to last paragraph felt when I was reading it outloud. Had a texture that I really liked.
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