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Disconnections: August 31.18

 

It rained a mirror

and a firmament shone underfoot,

looking up at itself,

blue and white,

above and below

the indolent leaves,

their rhythmless drips

like driblets of dreams,

afterthoughts

of the night rain,

mizzlings

on the morning glass.

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Connections: January 27

SANYO DIGITAL CAMERAIf you are colorless

like death

parchment shade of yourself

suspended

over winter water

— leering mirror

waggly-lined mockery of the real —

bent ever closer

to the purr of cold,

solitary

  unclothed

    but for frost’s wrap,

    rooted in a clay famine

   thick with indifference,

then

you are caregiver.

Warmth and shelter of Denial

hoarded by others,

yours the endless winter of dementia

never

never

 spring.

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