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the Gerber and I
share a drink
and a secret glance–
the plant sighs! stretches
leaves towards now
darkened streets earlier
bathed in light,
stretches roots to
the mazurkas of Chopin
rolling piano like so many
other late nights
dives in the creases
of my eyes
and the thin membranes
of leaves.
white walls frame
a white window sill:
outside colors
a shade of their
former selves
i
am
penciled in
by white walls
white page,
TV blank with white noise,
cursor
blinking
wanting
waiting
“i wish i had met you first”
words that tumble
head over heels
backwards
in a tragic accident
that lands with a thud,
a sloppy mess…
and a hand reaching
two far inches from
the soft skin of my cheek.
extinguished.
the air in your lungs – exhaled –
it makes a quick turn
spirals and vanishes
light becomes dark
young becomes old
the smell of ash and earth
and carbon beginnings
gone to the ceiling
in a birthday wish sparking
through grey wrinkles.
i laid my twin sister
of 87 years
to rest
in a humid mausoleum
fans churning stale air
stirring my white hair
slightly
the pastor speaking:
twins have a special bond
and
the Lord is with you.
i feel her
squeeze my hand and
no one notices.
Oh Marie! Oh Marie…
i watch the coffin blessed,
say goodbye to my husband,
(also waiting)
and leave
to go eat crabcakes
with the living.
gentle rub rub
of the dock
trees sway
oh that cityfied night sky,
all purple
and lit from within,
beyond that
one year dusted, it
shivers neon, reminding.
“Rusty Scupper
Restaurant”
when i had but
change in my pocket
when i had but
blues on my side….
around, and out
B.B. King
and Lucille
“the thrill is gone
the thrill is gone away.”
then. clapping.
echoes the air like an
84-year old chord.
i’m still a dancer
behind
a dark velvet stage,
a ballerina,
peeking anxious at a
curtain opening slow,
still in tutu, tights,
straining to find
your eyes
reflection
from breathless
wooden chairs.
Hi all —
newest poem has been published on Everydaypoets.com! WOO! please take a look and share with friends. it’s a 10-second read 🙂
http://www.everydaypoets.com/daughter-of-lucy-by-jody-costa/
Lee, I met you once:
I met a man strong
with legs that loved
volleyball and a smile
that welcomed all and
now none of it remains –
except perhaps this.
[RIP Lee]
floor hard on my bones
ceiling looks down in pity
mascara runs… runs….
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