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The Probability
the probability
that she will be sleeping
when he comes
to bring her coffee
bleached white with powder
instead of cream
is great
he sees her lying there
in an impossible heap
of bones
her skin
stretched tight over her skull
and he wonders
if even as she sleeps
she can hear the birds singing
just outside the window
or the sound the bricks make
as they shift uneasily
in their bed of mortar
causing a startled raven
to slam against the house
Places
~~ 1 ~~
A place of her own,
where she can dabble in words—
this is all she asks.
~~ 2 ~~
Three blasts of the horn—
again she loses her place
reading Hemingway.
~~ 3 ~~
She loses her place,
yet a new pathway unfolds,
tugging at her feet.
~~ 4 ~~
In her stained blue dress
she is not sure of her place
among the sisters.
~~ 5 ~~
In this hallowed place
she rests for an hour or two
before moving on.
~~ 6 ~~
A place of shining
in the center of darkness—
this is all she asks.
~~ 7 ~~
The thrill of the hunt
to find a place of her own
keeps driving her on.
~~ 8 ~~
Knick-knack paddy-whack—
isn’t there another place
that she could call home?
~~ 9 ~~
She devotes her skill
to finding the perfect place
to keep her secrets.
~~ 10 ~~
Her secrets in place,
she resolves not to reveal
them to anyone.
~~ 11 ~~
In this shallow place,
where nothing is asked of her,
she has found a home.
© 2014 by Magical Mystical Teacher
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