1/23/2021

Lost Charm

Sewer lines and subway tunnels,

a matrix of sidewalks, streets, and alleys,

museum corridors and high-rise hallways,


spiral stairways and ladders requiring 

passwords, codes, or keys, none of which 

can be found by the blind pig dangling 


from that chain on your wrist.


[LSS, 1/23/21]


Winter Quarters


The antique Persian rug 

with perfectly-resolved corners 


that lock her mind in place. 

The frieze of Greek keys 


just out of reach above her,  

jangling when anyone 


walks past her door.

Hummingbird nectar frozen 


in the feeder, the sun quarantined 

behind the clouds.


[LSS, 1/23/21]


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