The Mundane, Sublime and Fantastical: 165 New Poems (36-38)

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On the other side of Saturday, she is shiny with desire

Today, not so much

 

Desire for what?

A clean house?

Well-behaved children?

A successful practice?

An unwavering hand at her back?

 

Saturdays leave much to be desired

Breakfast in bed for a tired woman

One day in the year

Two, three

A bouquet of flowers

Weloveyouweloveweloveyouwedo

A lop-sided smile

A small pinch

 

Ah, bwana, lakini wewe?

Let us not arouse the dead

 

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Distinctions:

1. Your loveliness — for this there is no struggle

2. Your location on the east gate. No one is coming to acknowledge your presence

3. The relationship between the breeze and a full skirt

4. There is nothing else but you

 

38.

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Grace Lee Boggs on the period of transition:

“I’m very conscious of the sense of time.  How long will I live?  I’m very conscious of what time it is on the clock of the world.  As I have grown older, I think more in terms of centuries, whereas eight or nine years ago, I was only thinking about decades.”

 

It’s almost morning in the clock of the world

A chandelier in the living room swings gently on it’s own, remember?

 

A pale sky

A tired night

An almost morning in the clock of the world

The earth itches in yet another spot

The first sign the the cold season is over — earthworms wriggle out

The first sign that the cold season will never be over — Grace Lee Boggs is gone

 

 

 

 

 

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