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POEMS

Cold as the Deepest Moonlight

First published by Finding the Birds, Gemini issue May 2020

 

The house changes to winter

And the stillness

is terrifying.

Numbing, perpetual frostbite

on a sunlit day.

 

How is it

the ache of loneliness 

strikes me in odd places?

Fingertips hurt,

Fourth toe from the left throbs.

 

There is no drug to

ease this pain.

There is no cure

for the infection as it spreads.

Cold as the deepest moonlight,

it penetrates

beyond milky bones.

 

There comes a day

when exhausted honesty

with tired virtue in a time of change

has no place to heal 

the mortal soul.

 

I must

dutifully wonder:

is being lonely 

a welfare state?

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Ever Is a Long Time

First published by Lucky Jefferson , the 365 publication, 2020

 

Ever is a long time, he said.

But I was adamant.

 

I knew best or thought I did.

 

He struggled to compose himself,

while I watched.

 

I was determined to have the last word.

 

He turned at my words, with a pleased

disbelief on his face,

which never could hide things from me.

 

Ever is never just today.

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