Two Poems

brazil

(he stands in velvet with (he imagines truth (and when he screams (oh, sacred breath) lilacs unfurl) in melody) a stem of lilies). poem cellophane and oranges and other thoughts for spring     pounce, regrow               regrow                    pounce                         pounce    regrow pounce pounce, regrow            pounce, pounce, re    grow. ’till everything is nothing in disguise.

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