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Today's poem is by Shira Dentz

the blue
       

                                                beauty here endless could plunge myself into the trees' green leaves despite
                                                the air and air

                                                my mind is warbles in my eye — — the still scape out
                                                my window
                                                                        so leaves shake that be part of my day,


you go to water, it doesn't come to you,
swimming in a reservoir surrounded by mountains, steer in a desert,
a blue triangle of water swims in me. remember my nightmare, my father's face
as if it were burned, barely had a face anymore, his mouth rudimentary.
mostly flesh with an opening. what does this

mean? do i need to take the garbage now? jaws
closing and a fly moves
up the window. my mind is warbled warbled warbled warbles in my triangle.

trellis of sun, wind, & leaves — —
a black and white film plays on a woman's skin as she stretches below
on her towel.



Copyright © 2020 Shira Dentz All rights reserved
from Sisyphusina
Pank Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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