2 Poems
METEOR WELCOMING COMMITTEE
Hold on
disease and disaster are in the orchestra
the planet shivers in its skin
its shroud
and civilizations are gone
I also burnt the toast
Hold me
APRIL AGAIN
The cat's shadow will mark a place
Forever sad in time and space
The April in me, again
with its thunder, brazen
will follow your dress
to its origins
in the orchard
in the fog
—Here, that poet's hotel, she said.
—I found his sock beneath the bed.
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