As/Is

3.01.2005

A House in Bisbee

Indigestion, the minerals
Of once rock, water pulled
From wet hair, downward
Along lit back, to puddle
On brazen cloth, covering
Moves upward, favorably so,
meeting the wind, the surge
Of chicory, out kitchen
Window, some mess
For succulents, casually seedy
beside rock, copper mint

posted by Common Sense on Tuesday, March 01, 2005

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Jordan, it's a thrill to see this poem. I like it, and I like Bisbee. Is the house yours, or someone else's?

# posted by  Sheila Murphy on 12:04 PM

 

Thanks Sheila...the house unfortunately isn't mine, but it does belong to a good friend so I can visit from Tucson whenever I feel the urge. It's on the outskirts of town, actually built with mining pit and quarry surrounding it. A wonderful, dilapidated house with a peeling front porch and friendly dogs that roam the streets.

# posted by  Common Sense on 12:45 PM

 

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