Thursday, January 29, 2009

Assortments

As when liquid metal thuds
on granite or marble. A bump and
a smokey simmer, a wet hot drop.

Or when sunlight finds a crack
in the glass, and shimmers a
bit brighter than in the past.

When tired grasps clump
heavy glass onto bedside
tables: surrender's sleep alas.

For every child's cracked smile,
bloodied wrist and knee
crying Dad! for a while.

For coffee and flowers,
high speed rainbow chases,
Jupiter and Jazz.

For the bright partition of clouds and
jungle air dark blue by the shade
of a billion canopies.

Or of kissers' first kiss
and first kisser's
first,

Better still, lips plumped
puckered and pursed-
a perfect thirst to quench.

Of old leather, tough and
scarred. Scary barns
at night on farms

For these reasons and more,
including all at once
or either or.

There it is.

The reason to write it down.

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