SCHUBERT BY DANIEL DAVID
Imperceptible pulse of frost
Turning what’s lush to crimson –
I hear Schubert.
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Imperceptible pulse of frost
Turning what’s lush to crimson –
I hear Schubert.
(City girl in love again with a ray
of grass precise as a hummingbird’s tongue.)
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If you die with one of those—a regret like a tumor deep in your gut—your grave will forever be filled with the sounds of your lamenting.
Read MoreNow and then you’ll see one
circling a streetlight, or in Austin,
thousands emerging from beneath a bridge
The cloud-trail bends across a measureless blue ceiling as if it were trying to spell things out, convey to us advance-warning a cosmic wink-of-the-eye jetting through deep blue veins this stoic messenger, biting its tongue lest...
Read MoreFor both the refugee and me
there’s nothing left undamaged
but our song –
a twin flurry of desperation surrounded
by the silence of our worlds.
Spill forth your kind words
let them flow freely
for lest gratitude is spoken
it endures in silence
obliviously.
Observing a deer
Munching on berries
His head jerks up
Stares at nothing
Jonah awoke to a gloomy sky. For a long time he stared into it through the kitchen window, thinking of absolutely nothing until he remembered to check the To Do list his father had stuck to the refrigerator with Support Our Troops magnets.
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I shut my book, lean against the wall,
after all,
we are mere water molecules
that dribble from between rocks
