Tuesday, February 14, 2012

A Valentine for Dead Parents (poem)


Passing through doors
Entering, exiting rooms

Walls of mirrors
in an old house

Days of carnivals
coats of black-

silver paint, peeling
the torrent
of complaint

the movie reel rolls
petty angers  
yellow disappointments

the daughter passes
through  a turnstile

of blue time
eyes embrace
arms behold
  
a broad space
high ceilings of
real red love 

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