grace (ge) gilbert


                                     



TODAY IS LOOKING FOR THE 'RIGHT MOMENT'




for awhile i made coming out my world

my freshly-wet solstice

rowing through the blue

homily of a life i felt these bones

an unencumbered

dirge

Then after the frozen

Lake gave way

to lightshow the gaudy

beveled christmas steeped

in Rainbows

my mother says

You just

don't want that

for your child.


on the radio are so

many BeeGee's songs

about fools

and they all last

forever

in our silence.

I want to rip it out of me,

my mortal coil,

one of the many

lasting architectures

of God,

that ashen highway

cul-de-sac

of guilt.

I imagine the life I'd lead there

as a coward.

Swans

a beach house

a child in the lawn.

I see the wisteria

our Crystal champagne

Flutes my mom

so proud

inspecting them.

the sign says Here

is the love

you might want

for your child.

So mild,

wide.

An aggregate Myth

with petals.






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