Wednesday, May 8, 2013

poem || Sheila Murphy

Ghazal May 8

She kept saying "fungible," as though it might erase perdition.
Sun-dried tomatoes happen upon the nicest plates of grass.

Illuminated books restrain us from our concept selves, our
indivisible ideals, our Blakean cuisine, pristine.

Into the foreground went the dampness just ahead of
centrist facets of the damages, as plural as made rain.

He wore the color of serenity to wish elders goodbye.
20/20 vision aged out of the profusion of detail.

A correspondence course prepared the jury for the desire
to learn, with focus on contemporary history.

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