new dress

black bird prints
unison, one after the other
replicas against a
blinding white sheet of paper
I put on a new dress
just for today
and head out for the
day
just for today
just for today

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Things found in poems:

Waves.
Pants left in a Holiday Inn, a heartbreak
The woman across from me picking hairs off her sweater.
A rusty nail.
Blades of grass in the sentimental seasons.
Setting sun.
Dark blue glass bottles.
Black birds.
Crossed out lines.
Black pen ink.
Coffee mug stains.
Pressed daisies.
Sea salt.
Honey.

A reading

Poets speak of nature
all that is wild and free
through a screen of images
the poet voice is prominent
broken only by the
silent pauses
and in between
truths
the poet wears a scarlett
Scarf
the poet is to be taken
seriously

clay

In the beige and blue
I’ve accepted the
fact that every crush
I have
will ultimately be
a covering of words
and length a
rearranging
highlighting the certainties
illuminating the things
that make
them seem like poetry