Category: dVerse
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Maybe It Was a Saxophone
Maybe It Was a Saxophone I’m not sure if it’s a saxophone or a cornet, but the sound is pure green. The day is green. I sat on a half-rotten wooden bench this afternoon, one end higher than the other because the sidewalk had cracked and rose up like anger. And my feet were killing…
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✓ For dVerse: Quadrille #7
Wishes in a Pocket I have a charm in my coat pocket — I play it like a game. An old coin with a cross one side and a queen’s head, a bolt-head smoother than my luck, but I am happy for a twist of time to intercede. Written for dVerse Poets: Quadrille…
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#5
Pastel Chalk and Yellow Bees Never understood it, how birds and bees could do the sex thing. Our teacher, who always smelled of orange rinds, she’d draw flowers with pastel chalk, yellow bees with fragile fairy wings. And those pointy arrows, tips piercing pink blossoms, and connect grinning bees with dots. Third grade science —…
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#4
Urban Relief We were fluent as the blooming of summer, a tonal rest and homespun comfort, lacking the busy hum of men. Those days fulfilled our dreams of lonesome fields and wild heath lanes, time absorbed us into landscape. It was a place to draw near our shoes. written for dVerse Poets 7…
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#3
If Sparrows Played Bagpipes I made barbecue sauce three days ago. It’s the scotch that makes it historical, wakes everything up with a surprise as if sparrows played bagpipes, so I slick sauce on some ribs, a shimmering that makes me smile like a debutante asked to dance. written for dVerse: Quadrille #6…
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