Aubade II

 

All those songs about waking up in a lover's arms--

I don't know what they're talking about.

Oh, I've known the happy wedding night mattress on the floor

amid the stacks of packing boxes

and the delicious view when the world narrows

to a single cherished face.

The bee, though, doesn't live inside the bloom,

and goes still inside a jar.

Touched on every side by an adoring indigo night,

there is still just one Moon. 

Allow me morning alone in my garden

with just my mug and dog.

It doesn't mean I never loved you, or loved you less.

There is only one dawn--this one

and it only waits so long. 

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For What's Going On? "Aubade"

Don't forget, the WORD GARDEN WORD LIST is active through Sunday. 

Music: George Harrison All Things Must Pass

In This House, The Ghosts

In this house, the ghosts are as common as hung laundry--

they are yellowed newspapers caught behind the lattice-work,beneath the porch.

Down a long straight hallway--the bloom at stem's tip--

a paper lily,

my collection of you, shining with rain.

A woman got in the only way I had left unguarded,

in the steam from a midnight kettle.

She wore silk from Chinese mulberry 

and dismissed me as curator with softness and tongue.

She made her body a maze between me and my lily room,

a baffle for your gifted ghosts.

My desk is in the bedroom now

with an aubade on the wood, in fresh polish. 

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for Micro Poetry "Long Ago Rooms"