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Dan Hull Jun 2015
O eggshell dress
dancing with breeze
rhythmic through breast
but a cut above knees

pluck-ed ripe bush
blossoms amongst loom
with nought of a push
steps soft as a tomb

buckwheat born skin
or of harvest at dawn
speaking bathwater gin
and horseshoes on lawn

the crease of a peach
in lips that are purse
and freckles from beach
scatter sand upon earth.

Such a day to sit among redwoods
with trumpeter vine jewelry
and fireplace eyes
whispering kindling between tuna
and marble;
such songs flap of mockings,
that of garment and young:

I think I will stop on the way
home
to watch them sheer
the sheep in the
fields.
Dan Hull Jun 2015
Summer dusk idles in like old
Caterpillars on back roads
and the maples at the foot of my hill
roll about in background rubies,
drumming bottomless emerald heads
at the riverbed stones
and the chain-link walks in the gravel,
downhill with sandals stuck to my toes
and all the hay and last watered roses
christening diamonds
while crows chortle steam from their noses.

Though dark is quick to cover
all I lack in any light,
first is only one seen:
a lantern pupiled of sun,
and much too low this night
at the flat of my hill.
Though dusk has yet left, she would
dangle such lightbulbs on fishing lines and
they are now many a lure of chartreuse hanging
whilst river birds sing Cajun banjos,
whistling amber-ed humidity
to none other but my hill and me.
Dan Hull Jun 2015
How strange it is
to watch people you love suffer
to see them shake over and ruin
like too much salt,
and the look of favorite foods graying with all too little effort;
bones built on loose snares
and cymbaled lungs,
pupils drought and bruised with
dreamless mares.

Wilting in spring is a spectacle
to never wander upon
with loose thoughts or
deaf ears
but you may hold it safe,
even too tightly.
Dan Hull Jun 2015
Drape-ed en black
she carries the sun on her,
skirt traipsing against legs
and hair drummed from foam of waves.

How calm a nap in her shadow
must be!
and to swelter in such words
as lips with smiles

lasting longer than a season
that so every ground she walks
must show her
always twice.

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