Threads
I rose early tied by a cord to your wellbeing
Which is unknown,
To forty hidden days
To the fear of gathering clues that go to waste.
March 2019
Hidden Treasure
If you’re going to pay city taxes
At least find a see-saw,
Stand in line beside the girls
With ponytails and wait
Sabbath Eve, Just Before the Year 2000
Tonight, it’ll happen, you say
The hopes will smithereen,
People are already counting backward
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Indentations in the Cot
Before a baby comes into the cot,
They leave her in the field
To listen to the jackals and peacocks,
To store up dew and sweltering
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