Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Refreshments

Refreshments

Maybe I can offer you pictures of snow
because it is hot

That feels nice, doesn’t it

Have my hand
which is always cool

Together we can go gape at the bashed-in church
its front door closed so modestly
even though its body has been opened to the air

For dessert,
a photograph of lavender and magenta smoke
in the forest

2 comments:

  1. Gagliano's photos are fascinating.

    What a turn in your poem at that 6th line! The feeling first evoked is completely shattered.

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  2. I agree with Maureen--especially with "bashed in" and the suggestion of a human female's body. Maybe I just don't know lavender and magenta the way I should, but that smoke sure seems ominous and mysterious. This reminds me of WCW's "So much depends upon"--the physical details, including color, are compelling and unforgettable, even though I'm not sure what to do with them. I think it's a good mystery, not a flawed open-endedness.

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