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I wake to
one lyrical song,
the other a single bell
frogs on late night shift
sleep now
gecko holds fast on
the window’s flywire
cotton sheets fall over
my wife’s reclining figure
one breast escapes
and a nipple
tests the morning air
by the bed I stand
cock at half mast
head in the interactive syntax of dreams
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on my upper arm,
a live branch in the tropical air,
a praying mantis
jumps, tree-leaf green
with fine limbs, two red
pinhead eyes on his chiseled
face, balanced above
praying hands on delicate arms,
enquiring now of the air,
of my body, of my pores
and sweat.
I stand
to escort him outdoors,
talking to him all the while,
watching his arms and head rise up further
as sound waves break over him, tongue
of this strange tree
talking
lovingly to him.
--
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
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