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the lawns are on pause as the light lathers
a hemisphere of manicured magnolias
and apparitions.
some joy is slain, and yet
the decals of Spring Guinivere
as naked as pollen in a breeze
of mirage. intermittent.
like a long day of extraordinary things
that didn’t happen
until you looked.
Maybe, before this, I was wood smoke.
And maybe even then, I stung your eyes.
Dusk across a severed sea
Immortal tones impaling me,
Dulcet grey striated lines
Across horizon’s luscious wines,
Of setting sun in huge refrain
Melting into falling rain.
Exulting in this feel of brine
A-washing curling toes of mine,
This gentle wash on seashell shore
As wavelets surge in even score,
A symphony of tidal sound,
Enveloping in sense-surround.
And chorusing from arrowed flight
Of seabirds, overhead, As night
Advances with a first stars’ hue,
Imbued with velvet dreams of you.

M.
Morocco
May 1967
~for her~

I put up a 7 1/2 ft. chain linked fence to keep the ****** deer out
of the garden.

Secretly, I wonder, if I had the fence built
another half-a-foot higher,
could I’ve kept out the
no-longer-unimaginable disasters
life has seen
fit to shower upon me.


If I had it made solid,
instead of chain linked,
with barbs that nicked only me,
would have misery passed
me by, unable to peer inside,
my anonymity, being my personal
guardian and savior.


My garden’s yearly renewal,
comes by human effort,
but my wondering is unceasing,
it’s living ache, a perennial,
an evergreen hemlock,
that cannot be cut.


until such time, at last,
it chooses to cut me first,
and the garden retreats to its
aboriginal wild forest state, and
both our cycles are completed.
 Apr 2020 Marsha Singh
L B
In my mind
They bloom always
...along the fence
of Mr. Chauncey's yard
who cut and bundled them
for us to give to Mom

And suddenly
purple has a fragrance
I can see...
and another name
that follows me
forever
infusing home
Insisting on it— everywhere  

...though it wavers
in the years
in clouds of Lilac bubbling
Memory's palest purple
amidst the golden-green

...I am a child again
running down the hills of May
dizzy
in bee buzzing
Floating
in the lush warmth
and parachutes of fluff—
Next year's dandelions aloft
in the ends of this year's spring

Turning ferns to wings
twisted into tee shirt sleeves
We fly by sheer will to do so
Pretend to hide our nests
in forest of the lilac
Soon I will bring them in the house again, so I can drift in the fragrance and wake to it, filling the room.
Lydia McCaffery’s soup spoon was appalled
by chicken stock and radishes.
Dismayed by the chervil
and sundry snips of chive and cabbage heads.
Miffed by the boiled Beef
and the heirloom Garlique -
with a zest of lemon, shaving kosher salt
from the split-ends of a braid
of Babushka’s egg noodles
steeping in beet juice -
with a cavalcade of sour cream
rising to meet you.
Hated flowers
because
Forks
Ate
Salad.

Spoon bent valid.
Consider,
    The might of all atom bombs built,
    The anger of that roaring crowd,
    The serpents of the Demon King
    And the fury of this God, aloud.

    Contagion at its peak, dispersed
    The idiocy of Trump's excess,
    Mangled woes confusion strewn
    Across his halls of hateful stress.

    Tip toe-ing on the razors edge
    Are they who pull the dragon's tail,
    Caressing mania's nuclear switch
     Stroking Armageddons grail.

    China loathes the round eye's gall
    Russia loathes emergent *****,
    Jew and Arab locked in battle
    Primal world's pervading stink.

    Yet, tho they try in years that span
    They fail to sink the ship of man...
    A microbe, now, in the flick of an eye
    lays global, mankind
    DOWN TO DIE!



    M.

    As at 27 March 2020 New Zealand has 368 confirmed souls infected with the pandemic Corona virus, Covid 19. All surviving at this time.

    The planet, since December 2019 has had over 531,819 infected and approximately 24,000 dead to date.

    Because it is an animal virus man has no antibodies to effectively combat it. There is no treatment known nor, as yet, is there a vaccine.

The contagion continues to spread across the globe with lightning speed enhanced by the ineptitude of politicians, boneheaded people who refuse to isolate and idiots who will never comply with the rules as long as their oversized backsides point to the ground.
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