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timmy
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Posted: Wed Apr 16th, 2008 06:41 pm |
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(certain "ideas" attributed to Emily D)
think Emily D
a mentor once told me,
go ahead, speak to her
a bit of advice
that paralyzed
my fingers
for years. and now
alone this April evening,
anticipating showers
i imagine i know the woman,
have seen her at the local bazaar,
frayed scarf around her neck
perhaps have seen her
entering a cemetery, black
wool shawl draped
upon her thin shoulders
quite a solemn thing—
as is my writing these days
as if i’m waiting for a messenger
to tell me Emily has been delayed,
she’s busy, too busy to visit with me
she’s spending time these April
evenings with the East, the Yellow
Man, who may be Purple when he can
and i am left alone
to gaze upon
yellow nosegays,
as captive as she
and i and we
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