my 7 day old right shoulder replacement w/ 24 staples
A recent poem by Lady K.
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Dry yellow pages and cool glossy lithographs
sheep, pastoral scenes, assembled figures in stately robes
blood like wine from years like vines
a finger of oil poured on the head and similar pastimes
of ancient lamps, mirrors and perfections
or the confused castings of blank arrows
side glances of Rubenesque faces
noble lips that pick at berries
Almonds from rods
nocturnes, starlight, sand and the purity of a concept of water
just trickles slacken thirst
God takes respite low in a cave, cool dirt clean feet
listens to Mother Earth sing fecundity’s forgiveness
speak low thunder
wild pagan violin
– Lady, 10.14.2017
