Monday, August 19, 2013


Lonely woman, may your emptied landscape
be an arabesque of mercury,
and in the coiling resurgent center
an avatar of computer-crushing light.

May your fields of daisies be overthrown
again and again by other fields of daisies.
And in the hot dark, a cool hand
of urgent promise turn
the paradoxes of love
like electric fans.

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