Every day some small question
gets rewarded some old mystery
creeps away erased
O that’s where she gets
such confidence O that’s
what happened to him
or some new saint or seamstress
swims like genius into sight
offering us illuminations of despair
but we have a little shopping to do
and no we won’t be able
to do it later he smiles
meanwhile the rejected
pomegranate flowers fall
in a pattern that exactly reflects
my mood and character today
face-down wind-blown
as if a god were near.
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