Today's poem is by Shira Dentz
the blue
beauty here endless could plunge myself into the trees' green leaves despite
the air and airmy 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 thismean? 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.
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Copyright © 2020 Shira Dentz All rights reserved
from Sisyphusina
Pank Books
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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