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Solstice
I’m lying on a couch by the open window, listening to a warm breeze fluttering the leaves of the sycamore, cars sighing and grumbling down Broadway with some destination in mind.
August 2014Nature, An Index
Pond: After my mother’s funeral, I come back to the pond. It’s strange to be in the world without her. The lies that used to flutter around her are leaving; I can almost hear a rustle of cellophane in the air. I try to wish her well.
August 2014
Nobody Fails At Meditation
Nobody fails at meditation / like I do. / They say, / Note the arrival of thoughts / and allow them to pass through / like clouds crossing a summer sky.
July 2014Progeria
Those kids who age prematurely: / at seven already sclerotic & gray. / & I too!
July 2014An Image Of Godliness
Like the Turin shroud with / its image of godliness, / her yoga mat holds / the tattoo of her body, each pose / immortalized by a particular / indentation, a stain of perspiration.
July 2014The Witnesses
I could hear the Jehovah’s Witnesses before I saw them, / two black women dressed in black, / conferring politely on my porch steps. / I ran to the door to head them off.
July 2014Freud, 1938, Vienna
Vienna, 1938, Freud, eighty-two. / Nazis and their allies parade in the streets, / flag after flag and those raised arms, / ceaseless enthusiasm and hatred of the Jews.
June 2014Selected Poems
— from “Song for Picking Up” | Every time that something falls / someone is consigned to pick it up.
May 2014At Last
It is not true that every son / and father come to this / the rough bass of your voice / singing the endless tune
April 2014
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