ekleksographia #1

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O--------versary was ------------------

-st----rove to - - - - - - - - -  

- - - - - - - -  storm.

We –--s--- -aying - - - - -. 

We wen-------. 

- - - - - -with

 -------------------------------- ----------water, and—sa-dD---------------an,

-----------------------------shame --rough,

------------o take all o-----------.”

-------------------rid.

      -------led ----------------

            --strife------------- from 

St------------- alled, --------------------

“--Rr ----------oar’s --ting.” 

And we eRR like. . .

------------------om-

 And we ----t—alk--- in-----------. 

W---it.  h--- --other ------.

--------------- o-- right.

-------m--rning -bout - o’—o--,

--------- a---------------------NN—d

-------woe--------t was— I ----,

“---ought! We got to--o.”   Yea though we-----

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We saw the m-----ater--  pouring do--

-- did not feel t------- was numb. 

“What air -- to do?”

“Where a-- ----- go?”

Everything, everything.  Every thing

except---- the--gRace of Go-d,

o-- -om--------- 

That was -- the ---or. 

That was ---------------- the s-or-.

---------- living the------.  Om---. 

--saId, “Let us go the-.” 

--saId, “Don’t know why I----.”

Sseed That sight T----

                                    “thERE”

---

Not Mountains, Hearted Houses

A grassy hill without houses

the grass has died                                                        A farm

house built on a forested hill among maple

rippled with red orange yellow

ribbons

A housey hill in a hilly city trees shrubbing

the giant steps of roofs a vague shuttered

building, too-storied with faces at windows                      like ghosts

looking out, too-white to tell

their tell-all lives

The “house” with its little gables waving

curlicues the house that is the earth,

not with permanence but camouflaged                            A berm-house

and inside: the central atrium

with dwarf birch under skylight

filtered as through water as if the air twinkled

A waterfall wafting gurgling and                                       the hand            

cupped to catch splashes, extending through                   green air

to feather the rough rooted nest,

cover the fluttery heart

---

Midrash

Unkempt bathe trudged

marshland feet

sank

down,

down,

loud sucking noise. 

Needing strength to.

 

At last emerged, climbed

=

ferns delicately, close to leaf-

trodden and the rarest  

(gathered and cooked,

oddly,

 

found the rickety 

with a wrapping of pink impatiens;

served family-style. 

 

She was alone, knowing. 

Her ribs in slanting rows   

that couldn’t be fixed

that she had paid for

in pain =

     Redeemed)