“Solstice Koan”
Why not trust
the return of the light
in the midst
of a cold winter rainstorm?
The shortest day
becomes the longest,
becomes the shortest again.
The cold sun crouches
on the moon’s furthest axis,
awaiting the signal to warmth.
“The Mold of Us”
No longer a surprise, this unveiling.
The cover rolls sideways,
exposing our feast, more spoiled
than before. Potato chunks,
green and crumbling at the edges,
bits of rancid meat, and the
gravy stain that washing can’t eradicate.
Despite the reek of putrefaction,
we salvaged all our leftovers,
just in case one of us grows hungry.
“Spectacle”
I stared at you so hard
you disappeared entirely.
Somewhere in the outlines
your shape remains,
waiting to be re-discovered.
Move along, please.
There is nothing
to see here.
You took everything,
including your own shadow.
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