I saw you pluck a piece of sapling from the hills
A present, I don’t know,
A sun-scorched story,
A massive ambience of the liquid time.
But the manner you beheld it
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Like you could see through its bare bones,
If you lick up the juice, now and then.
This morning I read about sex toys
a design student was creating for old people
(defined as those over fifty),
a market he felt was overlooked.
One concept was a steel ear trumpet
to listen to a lover’s heart.
You have been gone for many years
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but I still feel the warmth of your soft sternum
pressed against my cheek, still hear
your drumbeat vibrating through my bones
hanging down the length
of a frosted chain
outside a snow-swept market
curl with cozy ease
into each other,
as if still
on a tree somewhere tropical,
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dawning from their green
It’s something to look forward to,
of the talking heads
on the evening news,
her portal to the world.
When Dad was still here,
they’d watch together, and in twenty minutes
their own heads
would drop to their chests.
Now she nods off alone
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under waves of silver hair,
the ocean at dawn
I remember the day you broke from me
A blue and viscous blood-soaked pearl
And though I’d grown you in myself
An alien from a secret world
The cord was thick and rough and red
A rhubarb stalk tying me to you
You wailed I cried they held you up
My universe bound by one sinew
Your father sawed the surgeon sliced
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Surprisingly it didn’t hurt
I felt the pressure of my love
Shift from my belly to my heart
the settling of ashes.
the loss between
house and souls
windows left open
front door half open
a pink ribbon
on the floor
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paint the yard,
chairs and toys
like still life