Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Moon Faced Girl

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every tree
in every street
the song sparrow's voice


a moon-faced girl
skirts the melting snow


erasing the Welcome
on your door mat,
we wipe our feet




two pints later
and already it's Monday


ants streaming
from the keyboard ...
a live feed


the bullet train
parts an ocean




sneaking Mary Lou
into the suitcase,
her colour almost gone


I keep a fire burning
at the gate


tamping his pipe
otherwise, lost
in the clouds




we settle down to talk
on the kitchen floor


a bell
echoing from the river
a bell


dried lilies
fill a glass of water






Sandra, Willie, Sandra, Eric, Eric, Willie, Sandra, Willie, Eric, Sandra, Sandra, Willie





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First appeared in A Hundred Gourds, March 2012
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