Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Jeremy Seligson writes




1.

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A
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D
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O
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S



One
            afternoon

                        while
                                    you
                                                sit

            on
                        a
                                    stone

the
          mountain
                             (and
                                                your
                                                            hair)
                  
                   stands         
                             up


                                      Grass
                             and
                                      flowers

                                    lean
                        over

                                    your
                                                toes

                                                            as
                                                                        if
                                                            on

                                                a
                                    river
                                                of
                                                             air


                        Breeze
          pecks

                   your
                             cheek

                                                picks
                                                            you

                                                up       
                                                            then

                                    flings
                                                you

                        into
                                    the
                                                sky
                                   
                                                           
                                                                                   
You
            see

                        a
                             child

                                      with
                                                angelic

                                                          eyes
                                                            and

                                                golden
                                    hair

            She
makes

            you
                        cry


“I’ve
            been

                        wanting
                                    to
                       
                                                tell
                                                            you

                                                                        about
                                                                                    it …

how
          I
                   vanished
                            
                             in
                                      clouds ~

            only    
                        wind
                                                sloughing
                                                                        through …

                        ~ how
            the
                        angel

                                    caught
                                                me

                                                            and
                                                                        shouted,

                        ‘Go
                             back!’”

                                     
                                                           


                        I’ve
                                    been
                        waiting
                                   
                                    to
                                      talk
                             to
                                      some
                                                one

                                      about
                                                            it

                        for
                                    a
                                                long
                                                            time”


Scarlet
          and

                   gold
                             moss

                        about
                                    brown ~
                                               
                                                try
                                                            as

                                                            you
                                                might

                                    can’t
                                                find
                                                           
                                    a
                                                way
                                                            down


                                    Up
                        above,
                                    ivy
                                                walls

                                                            ~ their
                                      shadows
                             fall
                                     
                                      upon
                                                            the
                                                                        ground
         

 

                                                Gold
                                                            and

                                                                        scarlet
                                                                                    moss

                                                            about
                                                                        brown
                                                                                                walk
                                                                                                            you
                                                                                                                        down

                                                                                                            to
                                                                                                                        a
                                                                                                                                    pond


                                    Rain~
                   drops

                                                cir~
                                                            cles

                                    of
                        drop~
                                    lets

                                                                        cir~
                                                            cles
                                                                        and

                        circ~
                                    lets


each
            spreading

                                  thous~
                                      sands

          of                                  
                   cir~
                             cles

while
            filling
                        out
                       
                                                invisibly,
                                    the
                                                pond


Not
            just
                        watching

                                    water~
                                                drops

                        over~
                             lapping
                                               
                                                            also,
                                                                        hearing
                                                                                    each
                                                                        splash



                             Sweet
                                                little
                                                            chimes

                                                                   of
                                                                             night


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