little bay
the salt of it
of life
of everything that is
murky deep mysterious & alive
Her holy mouth open
the Earth's womb in bloom
this is rhythm
is heartbeat
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big bay
hung by a feather
unstrung and laid out
under a harvest moon
what the water knows
understood
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and tonight
and tonight
with the stars singing in spanish
with wet skin brilliant
with the trees in love with me
I am a feathered gypsy in blue jeans
barefoot & bejeweled with your eyes
like nameless stones
more generous than diamonds
and tonight
with you in a twist, speaking in tongues
with the moon as naked as a haiku
with paper flowers snatching up fire
I am an old house with
open windows nested with sparrows
like virgin ghosts
more innocent than dandelions
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nightgown
sleepwalking
with my hand held out
for you
to come like fire on
brave feet
to bite the hem of my
nightgown
smattered
with stardust, you naked,
like a river
laid out mighty, spilling mystery
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 hundred
a hundred birds take flight
striking the blue
with a hundred truths
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jupiter ct.
stars knife out
their bright wounds/
clear cold night
exhaling in stillness
as I step
grass crackling
with frost-
moon half-promised
and hungry, white/
suburban prayers frozen
midmumble
hang on the naked trees
like black pearls
unnoticed-
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texture
the texture of truth
elusive at best
your eyes hint
at the color
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here
I will be standing
here
until I fall down
because here
follows me
wherever I go-
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unfinished
unfinished
your body rambles
piercing darkness like a
wobbling switchblade
your scared eyes
ashiver
the wind is carrying
drunk angels home
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shout back
it is sweet
to think
of freckles and
ladybug grace
poem like honey
tickling
wet hot close
like a secret
licked clean
compoundword fracture/
pieces of yesterdaytommorrow
copperstreaked like
yes, you know
unforgotten shiver
say nothing fingertalk
the mountains shout back
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naturally
today, early spring,
the first dandelions:
my musings go
this way, naturally-
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surrender
the leaves
in the rush of wind
sound like
my surrender
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Oz
wasting paper
to clothe myself
caught up in
the possibilities
of Oz
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boiling bones
boiling bones
for making soup
like storytelling
drawing out the marrow
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very far away
chasing my own wheels
and the light in the sky
this is what I look like
from very far away
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nightwalking
nightwalking downtown
streets quiet
we came upon the
walled garden
where angels and I
feared to tread
and on the rocks
we talked about wings
and I think you knew
you could get inside
my dreams
and I think you knew
you did
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wildflower
slathered in sun
arrested minute trickles down
as I breathe your breath
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bumblebee
remembering the way
a laugh should be
the miracle of the
bumblebee's flight
they say that can't happen
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stone
silent as a stone
witnessing
succulent as an
olive
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pain
inhale exhale
we make an error
in the assumption that
pain is always bad
and must be avoided
at all costs
I know
talking to an angel
is pure pain
light ripping through
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bart
little boy soulless
on bicycle, through rain
tiny knuckles atremble
clutching chrome
he is a buddha
as morning unfolds her
origami wings
yellow plaid beneath
lifting up
little cranes
and he is one of them
threadbare
and singing brightness
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glimpse
delicate gesture
tree beckons sky
holy-lit with
a feast of stars
gentle fingers crooking
in frosted silence
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law
with a righteous fist
the mountain lays law
heard above the carnival
of crucifixions and miscreations
the roots tell tale
without a word
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whirl
holding your eye
in a static minute
compulsion to dance
like leaves in whirl
upswept
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frame
footfall cadence broken
to fetch a feather
squatting with sky
burning a frame around
blue against you
sun enraged
over your shoulder
surrendering to the west
I want to swallow
you whole
press you like a butterfly
between my legs
but we walk on
arms swinging
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a painting of me
a painting of me
always the things you can't say
chunked and smeared on canvas
your hands
with curving fingers
make things beautiful
your hands
make haloes
around me
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helen keller
like helen keller
discovering the world
if the world would
discover helen keller
raise up fists
teach the children
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marley
cocoa color dream
everfaithful
with big arms like
mamatrees
fat fierce tendrils
crooking and shaking
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magdala
fierce eyes softened,
her hair grows back
she'll wash your feet
for free
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marla
for her it's
one face
let's not forget
after all
devils are angels, too
a singing light
without body
flying
at the speed of itself
lying in that bed
a soul can get tangled
in flesh and words
you could turn into
somebody else's poetry
you could get caught
between yourselves
underneath, overhead
within and without
and still without
the quiet violence of
without
blood and love
make a woman
make a man
and you know
what makes me
© Anna Lea Jancewicz |
