THE MILL, 1964/ Andrew Wyeth
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WINTER'S REVENGE
What stayed when you left?
Winter's revenge,
Loki's sting, an imp
doing handstands
on a frozen heart.
I'm tricked out
in saint's day regalia,
spinning snow angels
in the courtyard.
I find an improbable note
in a dead sparrow's mouth,
that spring,
beyond doubt,
lies beneath drab endings.
Pandora's box
sits on my hip,
emptied and icy,
lid up, without content.
I'm dreaming
that a bit of sin
is hiding in the corner,
stirring up a pinch of heat
for your return.
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MUSICIAN in the RAIN/ Robert Doisneau
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NOTES
Easy to find blue notes today,
when the sky spreads
an electric ambiguity,
and chiaroscuro
sketches the clouds.
No shelter
can shield me
from a pounding
ancient god
singing bass.
The air hums
a Broadway melody,
tells the reason why
heaven chose us
to keep the beat,
to fancy a dance
in the storm.
I put my tongue out,
catch a drop,
drink the answer,
the music of rain,
the rain of music.
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LA JUMENT/ photo/ Jean Guichard
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FRENZY
Right into the roiling pot,
into the mouth of the whirlpool,
pasta will meet its destiny.
The water parts
like a biblical sea.
A salty reception
whips onto a frenzy,
as strands of lean beauties,
straight as straw,
fold into a fated
al dente perfection.
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NEW YORK at NIGHT/ Vivienne Gucwa
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FIREFLY
In a silver drizzle
we seem the same.
Some mistake me
for a Mayfly.
Here today, cliche' tomorrow.
Well, no,
my wings are not yet
curled in prayer,
in a plea
for one more dawn,
half my life in supplication,
the rest in fancy.
I'm a Firefly, after all,
invisible at sunrise,
but a delight
in the nightfall garden.
I'm here in the dew,
there in the rose,
and suddenly
setting fire
to that distant heart.
Caught in a jar,
set out on the grass,
I will light the way,
become part of the parade
to a galaxy unknown.
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