4.
He will want--a sweater for the evening--
milking the cows, feeding the cats
the morning--eggs and toast
the routine breaking apart
She lived in----------
THIS IS A JAIL--I want to---
freedom of movement
It is a grazy day--
on the coast, the clouds condense
red sliding, white shudders
He was there for so long,
then gone---
the soft-sided bags expand, take on new forms
wandering in the forest, alone
5.
Open on the bed--collecting cast-aways
searching the familiar--
his name always on the surface,
the air, motionless, afraid.
Your children becom-- strangers
that night, twenty years ago, when he---------
keys falling from hands
blank stare
You are going inward, inhabiting----
this body, never comforted
you live--------?
the sight brings joy, immediate
coming from far away
this place, unfamiliar
05 February 2007
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Oh -- you've got a lot posted here that I hadn't seen! Hooray for lots of yummy Cathafras poems!
I love the suitcase series. Maybe I will make a suitcase picture for you! (I've got to find where the new paints i got for christmas ended up, anyway!)
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