Friday, January 12, 2007

Poem for the Day

I'm in a Linda Gregg mood. So I'm posting something from Things and Flesh instead of Chosen by the Lion.

At Risk

This body does not smell human,
it smells of oregano in heat.
This is not your world
where people work and live in a house.
It is a place before or after.
After and before that.
Things in parts and pieces.
The wind turning silver
in the olive trees.
A red pomegranate on the table.
Silence with a ringing in it.
This is a beginning
or long afterwards.
Exactly that.

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