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JANUARY 7, BLUES
	
	blues throb,
	an Achilles about
	to tear, leave me
	crippled, torn as 
	the news seems
	today. Indigo
	blue, cobalt 
	blue, a no hope
	blue. Ice blue,
	nothing sparkling
	as sapphire but
	a blue as empty as
	the nest in the
	crotch of 
	the tree, all 
	that's left of
	when birds were
	singing in it

2.

	Chopin didn't help,
	not the cat on
	
	the grate near my
	feet. Liszt 
	
	doesn't either.
	Sun doesn't,
	
	bright as a split
	orange or the
	
	cat in new
	light, the
	
	days they say
	getting longer

3.	
	my cat's eyes
	look green
	
	this day the
	blues handcuffs me
	
	I can't move.
	Cars move past.
	
	Bare branches
	hardly gleam.
	
	Who could believe
	anything could blossom
	
	from such cold?
	The cat finds a slot
	
	of light, all she
	wants is some
	
	thing warm too

4.
	
	no Saturdays
	so still
	
	I think of the house
	after my 30 year
	
	old cat died,
	how I noticed
	
	each ice click,
	the heat going
	
	on and off.
	How my mother
	
	cooed for her
	in another house
	
	where my mother's
	white hair lasts
	
	in my old T Bird
	longer than she has

5.
	my cat's eyes
	look green
	
	this day the
	blues handcuffs me
	
	I can't move.
	Cars move past.
	
	Bare branches
	hardly gleam.
	
	Who could believe
	anything could blossom
	
	from such cold?
	The cat finds a slot
	
	of light, all she
	wants is some
	
	thing warm too




copyright LYN LIFSHIN
"Poetry endangers the established order in the soul."
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the BLACK POND

maple tea, I'm still
in flannel pajamas
I haven't worn since
high school. School
buses streaming by,
the cat on the grate.
Sometimes I think 
blackness remembers
me, taking me back,
soft as a down quilt.
This darkness will
rearrange her licorice
raglan sleeves and
promise a sleep I
can drown in, half
heavy goose music,
the birds that do what
they do in darkness
so I can wake up to
write a poem of light
in this blackness

2. 

trying not to write
a sad poem
but to drift, water
that takes the
shape of what
holds it. If I 
could sleep, drug-
less as never be-
fore, the stars white 
fire thru blinds, 
obsession gulped by
the pond's carp,
at least thru night
where branches,
like antlers glow
luminous against
the Harvest moon
 


copyright LYN LIFSHIN

She writes poems about the past she knew, often she revises to meet demands of her present, for the readers who will come in the future too these words. Hers is a poetry of dawn; dusk; a poetry of the high glare of noon or the deepest dark of midnight.
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STRANGE DREAM
	
	I was there in
	such un-sexy flannel 
	pajamas, moping, 
	certainly not expecting
	the last one I felt
	my arms ache for,
	bikinis moisten, 
	would suddenly be in  
	my rooms. I say 
	my rooms but they be-
	long to someone 
	missing for the next
	few days. Not 
	likely to return un-
	expected but for
	someone who hasn't
	wanted anyone, it
	seemed a risk to take.
	Nothing was simple
	of course. a box 
	from somewhere was
	leaking out against
	the floor boards, 
	almost disguised. I
	knew I should do
	something but except
	for placing a few
	towels on what might
	as well have been
	blood or worse, 
	it hardly mattered. I
	haven't felt anything for
	so long and while this
	man seems a mix
	of others, I think he's 
	the one from the
	velvet couch. I don't 
	know what to put 
	on after I shower,
	flannel doesn't seem
	right. Better come
	wrapped in a towel,
	clear and sweet
	as it could be		



copyright LYN LIFSHIN
As with anything familiar, LIFSHIN transforms desire to need. Love requires the ritual of dreams: her yes closed, a slow acceptance, half awakening, her dream shatters against an awkward self-appraisal. Love is the doubt we share with one and other: who we dress for, be with, act in real life for is ourselves -"someone missing"- and some truly unknowable other -a "man who seems a mix of others".
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