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Wednesday, December 27, 2023

Two New Poems

 THE MERMAID'S CALLING CARD

The winter blinks its eyes coquettish
then faints as all dreams do at last--

I've saved you flower, fin, and fetish--
all you had to do was ask.

_______

PHINEAS, BACK FROM THE WAR

Phineas comes back from the war
carrying a blood-rain cloud in a folded handkerchief. 
The only things he will eat anymore
are fresh-caught birds and escargot--
one slows his speech,
the other is anesthetic. 

Phineas wears glasses with smoked lenses
and declares it dusk at all times of day.
I bring him his infant child--
he shakes its hand and turns away.
Later, his medals appear
in the crib, like ribboned toys.