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Belly Ring Coffee

the flower is at her hand
the window is reflecting a glint
– a belly ring thru morning sunlight.
she is looking out at the bridge
listening to the bath tub – fill
she stares
wondering about time.

it’s time for coffee
time for the early edition
time to slide into the porcelain bed.

the flowers continue to reach from the pot
and her hand comforts them.
her fingers click the latch
the window slides down and cuts off the Fall air.

she leaves the window
as the coffee maker clicks
faucets are turned left
and the paper slides under the door.

the flowers twist back into position
and the bridge continues with morning traffic.
a small spoon dings inside a stirring cup

a small ripple is heard.

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let tomorrow come and go

what if i was to taste you within the flowers
scarf,
around your clavicle
beautiful bone,
layered under skin.
this checkered
scarf,
i will pull it gently
off
around you
and lay it on the ground,
take the flowers
and lay them
on the
scarf-4-corners
turn
this experience into a picnic
and lay quietly
with
you
-just let tomorrow come and go


SEEDLING II

The flowers around
my windowsill have died.

a week away from
home including a
week away from
sanity have
killed these flowers.

and my wife wants dark poems
so for her

this is as dark as i can be


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