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BackyardAn empty birdcage by the stairs A pagoda that we never use A bicycle for which no one cares Falling apart from much abuseBackyard
A swimming pool
Like an emerald lagoon With floating dead things; A glittering jewel
There is a miniature cemetery: Two black cats and a canary I would like to go and bury Myself in there one day
There was a bush full of mulberries A tree with apples, olives, and
I think once, cherries We had pumpkins growing on vines
Everything was fine.
I would go out there everyday I would go o
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Poem to a MuseShe wears a smile of moth eaten lace Her teeth are broken tile Spontaneity and unassuming grace I’ve known her for a whilePoem to a Muse
With collarbones like a fork in the road A pathway to her throat Her head is like an island Cascading curls, her moat
Her lovely veins are rivers Her fingers are like vines All curled and tapered and withered Ever withering with time
She spins golden daydreams on her loom Thoughts I’d hate to lose A plan unfolding in her womb She is my muse
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