Poems and Phantasms


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Looking through internal bus window reflections

trees falling away, the highway catches up, reverie

drawn to a single stump in a tall grove

abruptly I am arrived, uprooted from musings on whether my side table

because stranger things have happened

could be made from that displaced tree and then

aren’t we all connected in a vast network of unseen coincidences

lonely me and lonely tree


Standing in a tomb in Egypt

itchy sweaty coconut sunscreened cipro-hazy college class becomes suddenly

the newest audience of mirrors casting

sunlight in dark tunnels, it cannot be

thousands of years since

my feet where the artist stood

my body memory enacting the brushstrokes

and I am with the hieroglyphics still

as if they were my own


Taking the pearl earrings from her shaky hands

because no one else wants them and she will be dying in a couple of days

white hair, white sheets, white pearls

if I mention the snow outside I can bring in the brown and gray of parking lot slush

there I sat, with in-laws soon to be out once the papers are signed

her own daughter hasn’t talked to her in forty years of widowhood

and we both know these fake pearl earrings are

all I’ll have to remember her by

but I will

Comments on: "Projections" (2)

  1. Very, very pleased to meet you, Lurana

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