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on the sidewalk. The sky was blue back then,the road empty. Today, a smoke cloud lingers from fires burning elsewhere, and when I lookout the window the sun burns a perfect red hole through the sky. Looking at it now, I can’t helpbut be taken back there, to the end of it, the cigarette butt…
Wisteria sinensis thick as a wrist, wrapped around brick, or pine, or some other living thing: it’s not suffocation if it’s also beautiful. It is not invasive if it also heralds spring. All winter you waited for the creeping vine to burst forth, earlier than trumpet. The purple of early bruise. The slow strangle of climb toward chimney or…
It’s beautiful to be glad to see a personevery time you see them, as I was to see Juan,the maintenance man, with whom it was always the samebrotherly greeting—each of us thumping fistover heart, and grinning, as though we shared a joke,or bread. I barely knew him. Evenings in clinic,me finishing my work, him beginning…
The cardinal at my window sings year-round, does not migrate or shed her colors, builds an open cup from parched grass and the hair she plucks from the dog’s bristled ear, cannot bear the sight of her own face reflected in the pane— is a red river, a cleric’s crown, an artery.
desperately, butyour shadow is so interesting—profile in silhouette elegant, nose almostGrecian, receding hairline, high browsuggests perhaps a keen intelligence,capable of reflection, new perspectives.Every movement graceful, not onewasted step or gesture, perfectlyric in black and white, crisp,edgy—not your usual wishy-washyfade to maybe
Once, a woman’s musk on the trainconjured the pinch of my seaside youth—briny, consistent in its waterlogged blessing. I waited outmy contract of subtropical longing, now here,manifested in these splayed, commuters’ bodiespeppered with wage and heat, lapping each other daily. I bend down and boost you up, future self, older woman,hold you up to the…
Like when she takes out a 1000-pieceAbstract—a Kandinsky or mandala of Buddha’s numberless lives—she’s telling me she hasn’t lost hope yetbut it’s iffy for us. When Lois slides from the shelfone from The World’s Great Destinations series, for example,“Balloons on a Spring Night over Paris,”—actually, any placewe’ve been together—she’s wishing she had wings, or for…
It may have been one of the times we died, only to come right back. Maybe we rolled the car and were reborn in the woods without a clue. At least I hope death is like this: a town with just two restaurants. What a steady fire I make against the night. What a good…
The Nile will teem with frogs. They will come up into your palace and your bedroom and onto your bed…and into your ovens and kneading troughs.—EXODUS 8:3 When, as punishment, my father made meread the Book of Exodus, he never offeredexplanation. The lesson, perhaps, was:Fathers should speak to their sons in riddles. Another riddle is…
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