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My long shadow paces and the skreak of gulls
hauls evening down and furls it along the edge of the lake.
They are the colors/of my dead father’s Lenten chasuble,
and I think of our friend Greg.
She reconstructs her ruptured orange peel
while telling me about the fancy meal
It’s come unlatched, the sloppy silk fist
unhinging like a jaw as if
to swallow something bigger than itself—
During a time of great need
we came easily
under the influence of light–
Along the coast of perpetual breezes
I lay myself down. Half-light slowly
all the way, like the lid of the earth twisted off.
Full contentment may be possible
You’ll be among the first
to know. You will. You’ll see:
waddling like an emperor’s obesity
ahead of you, sunrise, the future.
Oops, hit the skid rind, cruel world
slipped a corkscrewy peel
We’ve been reading dirty
books, the kind with scurf
in their spines, cracking
their backs over my bed