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Voyage to the New World


Apple pie and coffee on the sofa
with violins, poetry, art, passion
and the small table of heart’s desire,
four eyes and wouldn’t I, or you and we

sense how it rests inside
covered with hammered rust:
consider the beauty:
a key in the forged gate!

Attracted to discover weird insides:
her and the other thing. Or see four hands,
or three when one is stuck, two if entwined,
start eating skin and bones. Pure poetry!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 11/14/2015 8:22:00 AM
Jan, awesome write! I enjoyed reading this poem. Skat
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Date: 10/16/2010 11:19:00 AM
Exceptional poetry to be reading this Saturday afternoon Jan. Hope you are enjoying your weekend. Love, Carol
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