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Behind the poet

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In the picture
there is an oval mirror,
framed in braided mahogany
and it gives a reflection
of a glass door
-openness to the room-
implying she likes big spaces.

Beneath the mirror sits
a stack of books, fore-edge only showing
-no spines-
so we don’t know the titles
but I’m certain it contains an
old copy of Leaves of Grass
and Through the Looking Glass.

Next to the stack of books
is a dinosaur figurine,
a tyrannosaurus slightly outstretched,
it’s tiny arms not quite reaching…
something
and in the right corner is the front half
of a small silver toy car,
a flashy memento
just coming into the picture.

If only the dinosaur
can reach the stack of books in time,
he will be safe.

I wonder what kind of day it was outside,
when this picture was made.

NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 15

breaking the ice

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first, I loaded two coolers of frozen food
from a basement freezer, as if gathering
core samples from some artic
expedition, including
four bags of brussell sprouts
a box of apple dumplings
an assortment of frozen dinners
three vacuum-packed bags of black-eyed peas
from your step-father’s garden from 2007,

and freed, with a hammer and pick,
a pasta casserole
and a bag of frosted tilapia.

my hands screened the icy water
and glacial shards across
the floor of the freezer
and into a pan. once filled, I
carried it up the stairs
and tossed the debris
out the back door beneath
the lavender bush.

later, I trimmed the stems from eight
red roses and placed them
in tap water in a vase
on the corner of the kitchen
counter.

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NaPoWriMo 2013 Day 10

doppler collusion

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speak the sound,
then it resonates back
in waves that traverse time,
sometimes delayed.

When I was a child,
I used a tape
recorder to
compose sounds
and mimic noises and
imitate voices from what I heard.

Then played them back.

They were old,
voices
from movies and
TV shows, trustworthy sounds
to my ear, both as I spoke them and
as they were played back to
me from the tape.

sometimes
Stan Laurel wouldn’t
come out the way I heard him
when I spoke,

and I realize now,
I was only six.

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NaPoWriMo 2013, Day 6

Spitzer

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I’ve seen how the wind
blows left and right
over fields expanding as a universe
pushing tall grass aside
as a giant breath.

And heard the whistle of a thrown ball
a distance of sixty feet.
Yet cannot fathom the sight
of a star hurtling through
space millions of miles
pushing the dust of
of its forebears aside.

And from my vantage point
there is no sound.
with a silence that fills
the void.  And the path of its past
trailing without a whisper.

NAPOWRIMO 2013 day 5