Proof

After the sun has set and the Tylenol has receded
enough to allow my arthritis back into the room,
I consider the temptation to gulp another Tylenofix,
instead, settle onto good old couch and revisit satisfaction:
the heft of the leaf-rake in my hands, the heat in my
shoulders and knees, the rhythm of Continue reading

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baring gifts

Inside the coveralls, respectable Republican cloth coat, jeans and tee—
whatever— inside the skin, the expression, the intent—
worms burrow in the brain, behind the eyes—
striking sparks that could ignite the everlasting admission:
I want to

What will happen when all barriers fall?
When I know you fails to deter?
When a smile precedes a kick Continue reading

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open

a few final leaves shilly-shally down
like late arrivals before curtain
who cannot find a seat but scurry
into the stands of dark maples
drawn down by rain that casts
tree trunks like dark heavily muscled Continue reading

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