Patsy Creedy

Retinue of bone

Which might then be
the stars if you think about it
purveyors of our necessary carbon
to wit the bright and stable blur
planetary vapors
and some torpor
miraged into infamous twinkle
innocence implied from a distance
rather their surface a dust of flame born ash
crumbling craters folded and falling
into the atmosphere
of earth
where we think we are the only
and the everything

Serenity by John Taylor Jr.

Your New England Loyalty

Your New England loyalty
went west
to mouth the right words

miracles for everyone
cake on a plate
in all that sun

we sing there
and it feels different
cold stone and brick scorned

home hard to see
the trees still telling
it must be elsewhere

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