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| 'Dude of Sorrows' Lisa Yuskavage © |
every april
in upstate ny
here where wear
two rivers thread
why old souls glow
skin kited cries
eons underling-ing-ly free to be
washed up
to fed bread
sum life cedar
and what next
tempts you
you get a glimpse
dressing
the names
you call yourself
the violets
were couriers
cloth merchants, seamstresses
tailors, shopkeeps
photogs, small presses
they knew
how to illuminate
every velvet beneath
they grew shade cool
our breathless precipices
what our eyes missed
what nose got weeping
rain and bones with
beliefs, tones, petals, the loans
we take out
every moment
that stops us
to the nines
pine boxes
sunflowers
they remember
dance ways
we westward lean
ancient mothers, daughters
gretel and the witch
folly-ing, freeing hansel
a fool humane again
garden walls found, canvas self
drawing things, shadows said
sliding prayers where sun slid
poet hid where sumac cluster october light
mine goes
sunflowers are
black girls
honey in a jar
the care
and consecration
elation
reach occasion dance
chance
seed purpose
meant enough
ways weigh too
hands hips eye nose why
milk this time
we stay for supper
and the lifetime is
almost like heaven
EJR ©
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