Tuesday, August 20, 2013

When Darling Opens Up Her Eyes

A lake that hasn't been skated
on.  A telephone ringing out its
desires.  A kiss on the face of
a dog. A firecracker a cut above
a roman-candle or star shooter
A smaller world, more likable
like a small boy named Benny
A tiny spark inside a whale
A flicker among sparrows
A taxicab plowing into a johnny blah
Then the whole theater darkens
A waiter politely removes our dinners
from the check.  A tiny hole the size
of an O opens and we jump
in afraid to tear it. We put our slickers
on because we have them
It is rocky so head towards the rocks

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