Manners

No one told me I was dead.
Rudely left me out of
their conversations.
When did I begin to guess?
When the coffin’s black lid
chewed up the last bit of light.

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Bonnets

nodding,
almost­ nuns
in their plastic
accordion
rain bonnets.
Old ladies.

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Moon

Now is night a gauzy curtain
blown by the breath of the moon.
Moon wears diamonds in her hair,
the sky preens and primps.
Secret destination...left unsaid...
gently calls out your name.