Today's poem is by Julie Doxsee
Seconds Before the Floorboards Fail
When I hear your wish, gates
unveil a dreamt poetwho walks up with an armful
of cut-off pockets. He isyour brother minus the tiny word
dividing his voice. Your sentencehas commas where shuteye should be &
the bed goes up in flames whenyou wave your twig. I have seen
ears empty out on paper, soundburrowed in the rough bark. I blame sleep
not the book in the pocket of my gown.I was sure eyes touch. And you, asleep
beside my bones round the clockwake to loosen fire
from its frame.
Copyright © 2010 Julie Doxsee All rights reserved
from Objects for a Fog Death
Black Ocean
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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