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love gone beserk
isolation makes me jump
into the shredding propeller of her tongue
it was Hi 8 and stereo record player
and a sense we belonged,
wiping nose on my hand
then on those jeans strained and faded,
we could make it work maybe,
her nightgown had buttons
linear nipples of distraction,
i would run
if it where not the seventeenth floor
and no closer to heaven,
her voice slowed quicker
than the snow outside,
are we done
gun still pressed in my back waistband
you look done
i felt battered beyond the cut over eye
and bloodied nose,
the projects would have heroes
i was not one of them,
failing to hold up the store
girl cashier
younger
faded blonde dye and dark roots,
i spoke and connected,
pulled a flower from the bunches
sold cheaply at the desk
and gave it to her,
a startling explosion
as manager hit me with a piece of wood,
i ran
never said goodbye
but i know who
i wanted now
winters fold
sticky beaked crow
raucous over winter berries,
as i ran on frosted ground
grass unlikely to bend
silvered instead of green,
clouds would shake
their snow soon
blanketing and forming
a soft landscape for me
in snow,
i was protected
the chill and damp
reddened eyes and nose,
sticky beaked crow
a shadow on the ground
lengthening under a low sun,
my shadow would be longer
one day,
for now i was content
to lay upon my back
feeling spread of arms and legs
as i be came an angel
dVersePoets
knives sweeter than arrows
flesh of silk and snow
naked as a fawn exposed to winter,
draft seeped through window
that cast a lemon block outside,
pages before her with ink that began
to merge,
precious silent thoughts
lifted to starry skies,
sorrow had not brought it’s shadow
her eyes strong enough to look into
the fire and show innocence,
telephone rang
the artist whose heart moved in spirals
waited with canvas and sable
and when snow retreats
and fireflies waken
she would stir to his caress,
till then entwined with knowledge
of youth and biology
lessons planned for each week
distraction long holding
avoidance to all things carnal
despite prick of skin
and clamor of heart,
she would wait as others too waited
and beneath soft auburn hair
decisions would be made
Jamie Wyeth Monhegan’s Schoolteacher
Merry Christmas
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Heart and Snow
white snow, bright snow
raw to eyes and heart,
last night she fell asleep,
by morning he was gone,
note now twisted on table
next to coffee pot,
with little explanation
a cowardly run,
stood on porch
looking to the furthest point,
snow blended landscape
so that it looked the same,
tears held back,
for something in the light
told her
it would get better now
Hillside
translucent sheep
black face blotches stains
on hilltop landscape,
snow pulled over rain
and the old farmer
negotiates iced path,
eager forms shiver and huddle,
feed bag spills,
eyes seem without content
yet expressions aware
of eastern bite,
no other sounds
snow muffled nature
coating dry stone walls,
beneath wool they wait
moving agile on stick legs
through thickened drifts,
spring and lambs
a distance away,
reliant now
on human form
red land rover and flickering
headlights
Borders With Snow
a storm brought cold,
an everlasting damp
to those corners you hide in
for warmth only to find them
not so secure,
they had climbed for an hour
back to the checkpoint,
road quiet
having to remain and
be vigilant,
headlights pushed the edges of dark,
the two soldiers moved forward,
bolts in position
rifles held ready,
far from barracks and city,
they could be trapped by the snow
that now fell,
old station wagon slowed,
pointing rifles
elderly man placed arm across the
chest of his wife,
simple protection,
one guard shook his head
nodding to the rear,
inside bundles of cloth husks of corn
simple trade,
snow began to increase
thickening on everything it fell
they could make it difficult for them
to prolong a stress and threat
but no,
cold quickly made them compassionate
and as the pick up left,
felt as though they had done right
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