ezs poetry

we sing our odes to the trees
barren life around the axils
sheeted clouds
bear witness to the death of nigh November

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ezs poetry

dewflorescent
dewdrop.

dewfinger
dewtouch.

dewmist
dewroads.

dewbaby
dewdeath.

dewhere
dewgone.

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ezs poetry

with the late October sky
the black man enjoys a siesta
and the sun tags along

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ezs poetry

driving an overtopped van
beneath the strain of traffic
the men and women sit, some placidly
some wheelchaired

one sits
gazing at cracked
bare branches
and he traces
the tree
meeting
the sky

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ezs poetry

she slips
into the coral kimono
and steps into the whitened sand

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ezs poetry

The sky, a mullet gray
whips my face as I ride along
not too cool
the weatherman says
but  I feel it
I feel it

finally I enter
as I go to my favored seat
I pick up a book
Ginsberg, some twenty years' dead
whispers into my ear

He speaks to me of Paterson
ruined citystate
where his mother died
alone
poor tattered madwoman

and he sat there
not knowing how to reach her.

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