As/Is

6.03.2005

Coronado House

bowl
of grapefruit,
freshly picked from

backyard tree, atop
the table,
thick-

skinned,
naturally protected,
as we are

not at all,
these recent
mornings

place
impeccably clean,
and quiet professionals

move in and
out again,
of

vast
room three
defined by her,

the small flicker
who is
left,

pale,
smiling faintly
around sharp humor

we sift her
signals to
locate,

(hurts
to talk
she'd rather listen)

midway through story
someone else
arrives,

this
shifts the
hint of tension,

what to say:
we love
her

quietly
this near
skeleton intelligent heart

the same one
shining across
stage

after
stage, dignified,
magnetic grace shimmering

through rooms, hearts
desiring permanence,
addictive

prospect
certain of
us demand to

make true, regardless
of the
evidence

yearning
for contrary
point-blank facts,

in the car
driving home,
opacity

or
its near
match evolving nothingness,

indebted to those
who offer
kindness

posted by Sheila Murphy on Friday, June 03, 2005

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This moves beautifully, Sheila.

# posted by  Rach on 6:51 AM

 

thank you both very much for the kind words.

# posted by  Sheila Murphy on 3:36 PM

 

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