Eye Motes

     1
His eyes were like branches underwater.

     2
One moment the money is soft, the next it is cyan.

     3
The sea where I stopped and you went on.

     4
Australia is like an angry helmeted man on his back.

     5
Water drains from her daily bath. The sound of dog nails on the floor.

     6
Bring the steeple indoors; make two smaller ones.

     7
Covering the porch, a new reach of the Nooksack River.

     8
A homeless woman by the post office with her monocle.

     9
An iron garden table in the ocean.

     10
On the horse’s forehead, a shillelagh.

     11
I have been writing with such a small part of my mind. I poisoned the ants good.

     12
Antidote for honesty: a necklace made of shoulder bones.

     13
The die back in the garden won’t wait for Easter.

     14
On my desk: a speaker cord like an orphan pig tail, a stapler, some old mints.

     15
A volcano’s worm casting gave us freedom.

     16
Vodka and poems. A kiss of blind tape where the two ends meet.

2 responses to “Eye Motes

  1. O my. Each line invites taking apart, separately. Though taking apart is not really reading. We are to embrace the whole. “The die back in the garden won’t wait…….for Easter.”

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