impotence
In dream the fence is 12 feet not 6,
no doors or gates work
I have to climb while
chickens scatter in all directions
as neighbor dogs pant and chase.
Only I occupy a superimposed maze,
can see and hear, but cannot
reach the fray, nor
stop the killing spree,
nor save a feather.
heron
too cold to decompose or summon
scavengers
the heron curls another week
I nod to corpse and tell myself again
better to let a coyote feast
or vulture come,
then try to bury
the ground too hard for shovel.
stuffed pastries
it doesn't seem linear, this transit to
nearly 70,
I am as old as the friends of my
greatgrandmother,
bosomy flowery perfumed stuffed
pastries,
calling out for a hug,
I ran from
as if they might capture vital
particles of joy
or fatten the sleekness of my limbs.
Now I understand their summoning,
merely seeking comingling
of their spirit which was no pastry,
but vigorous still
and wanting out.
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