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 May 2023 S Olson
Evan Stephens
Dear Z----,

Once, maybe, I was an Orpheus -

one of millions (there are still millions),
calling someone back from an underworld -

once, maybe, I had candles for fingers,
stars leaking from my teeth,
eyes that broke barred doors in twain.

But not now. You were so shy
at the bar's short shoal
giving me rain-in-Montreal smiles,
hinting at a history of disappointment.

Sometimes, it all changes in a single night -
but the magic failed us both.
I will always wonder.

So I am sorry: my hands, my eyes...
my starry mouth a wide sorry-slash.

I have to go. -E
 May 2023 S Olson
Mrs Timetable
I dreamt of you again
This time in color
Colors never seen before
The shades of you
Didn't speak
But the
Color from your lips kiss
Was Adore
Please...
Tell me more
Sequel poem to Adore
 May 2023 S Olson
Crow
Rise
 May 2023 S Olson
Crow
wind shuffles
through the long grass

seeded heads
drowsy
in the percolating afternoon

broiled air
heavy and lethargic
laboriously ascends
its unseen ladder
into the barren sky

Arcady sings
from a place
of unimaginable height

the song
is a whisper
at the precipice

I am the wing
that awaits your breath
to take flight
 May 2023 S Olson
Nigdaw
feline
 May 2023 S Olson
Nigdaw
if you can look at a cat
but not see a creature
that is both cute
and cunning
a hunter
and a scavenger
loyal yet with a pure sense
of it's own self importance
you're not ready
for people yet
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