Two Poems


"Best wishes,"

you conclude,

and here they are—

a line-up of characters:

the loose-lipped blue hibiscus,

the flashy columbine

like a shooting star

in reverse,

the composite, scarlet verbena

made to stand

against a wall.


"That's nice,"

but it's the liminal,

the area between

sleep and waking up,

the border

we think we remember

between existing

and not

that we still want.



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