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Monsoon's WakeHeavy monsoons:Monsoon's Wake
Foundations scrubbed like dirty floors
and thrown out
on the backs of protestant rivers;
Parasites wriggle undertoe
and choke the breath --
Carcasses bloat like ticks and float,
like so much debris.
Crops rot, hungry bellies swell,
and saltstains paint my cheeks.
Lives are crushed and waterlogged
and death is swept to sea.
Monsoon came and laughed and frolicked.
Love struggles where life is snuffed
And blooms in Monsoon'


Graveyard LilacsI miss the graveyard lilacs perfumed by memory and watered by a streamGraveyard Lilacs
too close to unmarked headstones.
I miss the soft grass between the Maple trees and the Winstons, mother, father, and baby girl all asleep in tangled roots.
I miss the sound of Sunday's best shoes on polished, engraved granite, Where tap dancing never disturbed
anyone at all...
And picnics after Memorial Day were filled with fresh flowers and balloons floating above perfectly mowed grass, and hide-n-seek tombs.
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