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Two Poems
by Daniel von der Embse Return to Dust Days of rain bring out tender grass bathing all in green cast birds drunken by wormy pickups do their victory dance Soaking awakens long buried plasm from muck carried on paws and in the right angle of my boot heel caked solid until dry settles in Days of sun warm our backsides grateful to be hung outside where the gradual air restores us gone from the mud and back to dust The House Where Artists Lived Stairs go straight up sixty-five of them, in stone opening on neglected rooms light begging to be let in Strange shapes on the floor and the smell of oils and old fires remind of the warmth that once lived here gone now but for the body heat of birds that reside up in the rafters giving the place a constant muttering of little moans, reminding of children bundled in their beds sharing stories and secrets after lights out before sleep It is in this place we drop our bags brush away the dust and feel completely at home |
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