The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 1/21/10

[BlueIris]

--from "Rogue Agent Burlesque"

"Flora"

It becomes about something else. Someone who planted trees in the yard leaves the yard. If it weren’t for morning you'd fall to your knees. Beautiful unmade bed and a cup of coffee. Days of hunger--why live there now? Easier to watch night fall than to collect it in dishes. Cars swish signatures down dotted lines. Sweaters sheath sachets and bullets. You've been alone with one question for a very long time. Birds with three wings, a house made of tires, blossoms unlike your garden of weeds. Not mail but stamps spilling out of the box. Beautiful carvings--no, claw marks.

--Carol Guess

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. thanks

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