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#28 (Ellipses of Origin)
Watched long enough, clouds
roll on
and show
the sky…
Watched long enough, wildflowers
always
return
to the mountain…
Watched long enough, mountain
settles
at the bottom of
ocean.
The Semi-Lit House
There is a mirror in
the entry, a figure dim
there, eyes, skin both
illuminated, I think,
by moonlight or shine
from a lamp outside
distorted through
colored cylinder glass.
Paper walls, flowers,
like boats in dark water.
I walk, doors dark as
tree bark, the light again,
cast back off maybe brass,
a slur of the eyes, and floor
boards stumble dry and aged
against my feet, creak
and groan, a ghost of sorts,
and hinges too, amplified
as if to compensate a lack.
Ancient perfume now
leading me to a window,
blind but for a hint of shrub
rubbing silently in the night,
these are living spirits
speaking from another world,
from which I turn, and have
turned away. I walk toward
the corridor, brass eyes flickering
like fallen stars, or fireflies
sparse in a city lost in time.
At the end is a door that sways
at my touch and pushes back
against me, motions me to go
where the light rises in the open
spaces, and at night the stars
are far enough away to be cool
and void of dread. I walk,
the porch lamp behind me,
the unfiltered moonlight leading me.