Friday, March 17, 2006

The Seventh Day

i.
cleaning up after boys
the folding
tucking

finding places again
for all that spilled
onto ticking sheets

this pile of words
fabrics washed fresh
bleached surfaces

so now I rest
easy
clean as the day

he made me
now I make me
beyond re-approach

ii.
Debussy
candles
plants watered

me thirsty
trying not to drink
the desert being safer

for solitary camels
in winter
not thinking of oasis

the coming sun
carrying loneliness
in two humps

the moon slipping romance
over sleeping volcanoes
to the east

tucking one more dream
beyond one more distant
horizon

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