A tree
Jammed helpless
Into soft shoreline watches,
All aflail,
Untethered lilies,
Like unmoored souls
Floating into wilderness.
Wisps of anguish
All but unremembered.
In the unscrubbed mirror: A pond in Cesvaine
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Along about now
Along about now,
A particular group of photons,
Some 2oo million light years away,
Is heading in our direction.
They’re out there.
At the same time,
A delegation is leaving my face,
Bound for cosmic intersection.
After all the debates have passed,
Long after the poor old Earth
Has been wrung free of its
Infection of life
Two photons,
Their memories wiped clean
Will pass in the distant night
As unaware of our anguish
As we are of their fate
In the unscrubbed mirror: Stork III
Stride confidently
While you can
Through groomed and gutted pastures,
The Earth laid out
Like a mortal banquet.
You are not
Just the guest.
In the unscrubbed mirror: Talsi lane
The wide way home
Weaves uncertainly;
The house
At the bend of the cobbled lane
Seems to have turned its back.
All the same
A gate stands open.
My secretly beautiful mother
Suddenly,
She danced across
The living room floor
Her fat legs transformed
Into feather-light wisps
Of summer air
Arms akimbo
A coquettish smile aglow.
You could have seen the gypsy girl
In her, that ancient thread
Of life she clung
So dearly to
In the face of all
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
Trying desperately
To send her to hell.
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