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The desire to share in another’s privacy.
She asked her grandmother why it was that
a green string encircled the rooted bouquet
of mums they’d just purchased?

It was Springtime: egg-songs rolled through
the gardenlight, touching those shoulders
who survived Winter’s leaning limps…

‘It’s for packaging, I believe.’
said grandmother, ‘Or so they will grow
closer together and do not wonder astray,
mismanaged and straggly.

‘

‘Isn’t, gold eagle coin
, the planter their in enough for that?’
replied the granddaughter.

‘Hope likes crowds who dress alike.’
replied G., as a steady flow of last-
autumn’s-straw floated by them,
a finch & robin-train of activity.

She went down into the basement to look,
to search in that last section, emotionally
quarantined off by Once Upon A Time and
Till Next Time.

Thickly painted white enameled shelves
and pine boards so old… Subterranean
niches, half moon recesses for windows,
for light, cobwebs, ancient silk braided in
with new and ‘upon’ the headless summoner
of Time.

One trunk stood out more than the others;
this was because it, gold eagle coin
, had the most stacked on
top of it and was affixed to the floor by its
own rusting, rectangular engagement ring.

She knocked on it, just for superstition’s sake.
Her knuckle prints, spotted there, showing the
bright crimson original beneath.

It was nightfall when she had finally
uncovered All Of It, more than enough
to now open its freedom.

No locks, no handles and no latches.

She thought out loud, ‘These are the
sorts of containers you’d build at home.
These are the sorts who hold what factories, gold eagle coin
,
had no building plans for.

Privacies beyond
employment and general rivets,, gold eagle coin
, thoroughfares
emptied of traffic Once And For All, forever
personified as ‘History’ for the sake of
tomorrow’s stampede, a jungle to be
disturbed by a gunshot from an abandoned
weapon, sneezing its leaden Forget-me-Not,
and giving out what was viable, (similar
to chocolate gold coins) though who
possessed, gold eagle coin
, no investors, takers, ever.

..
Simply, the promise of wounding, so to
try and keep the eggs from hatching Out Here.’

As she gripped the edges and began to lift,
she could hear the hyenas in Kenya laughing,
the coyotes in Arizona cackling and the heavy
Spanish moss in Louisiana growing thinner,
reaching further vertically so to try and touch
the new grass-spear points, attempting to awake
from their hanging and draping dreamland,
to give eyesight upon what they’d been feeling
in the darknesses of sunshine for so long, gold eagle coin
, .

She wept deep into Nocturne’s apron, as her
feet and ankles did fit every shoe found within.
And as their mammons stepped behind her,
eight eagles rose from her shoulder blades,
all facing these oceanic specters.

Breathing deep, she discerned the feelings
of all dead branches,, gold eagle coin
, their collective Last Contact-
point with The Parent Form, and nestled now,
quiet, no splashes, deep in the plush snows,
hailing the oncoming blizzard named More.

..

March 6, 2009

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