M E L   N I C H O L S
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NINE POEMS

 

 

Day Poem

 

it is blue there

roof pulls away from the

folding the curtain the sky

not rose a folding a not

tremble bird in fuchsia

tongue pink bride

tangled in a white tunnel close my

eyes for exploding narrow bit of I

nothing then where lips where rain

leaking in after a fast hard rain

the cars all many-colored-

jewels-so-shiny-so

the sun hot already

to have everything

 

 

 

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