A COPSE

Saturday, October 15, 2011

twist of the peach

don’t look.
there are some things you will just never see anyway
like snow on spiderwebs.

but you can see
four mallards on a freshwater sandbar gobbling,
guzzling, and the momentary dream
of a childhood
dunk in the clear water, waterstriders skating
all around, untouched.

this morning another zillion-legger in the bathroom and as long
as he stays right there on the wall in plain sight
it’s fine by me.

but the floaters, and the latent scary other flaws – no. i don’t find them.
i slop myself to sleep with the mantra “don’t worry. everything’s fine.”
and tell myself later, when the mantra’s not working, “just don’t look
where you’ll see it.” perception
is all.

pick up the peach and just twist it she said
if it’s ripe it’ll split right in half
sometimes even the pit.

i love my house but i long for a moat.




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Thursday, August 4, 2011

"Watch for me by moonlight..."

I am obsessed with this lately, listening to it over and over and over and over. Poem by Alfred Noyes, adapted and sung by Phil Ochs. Brilliant marriage of love between imagery and music.

I Don't Pray

I Don't Pray

let me in, let me out

Reading -- March 1