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| B.R. STRAHAN Song of Old San Antone This is a song of birds scattering across the evening sky, a melody composed of fire and fading pearl. It is a slender girl who trembles as she sings. Her voice swirls through palm and live oak like the desert wind. She is a guitar, a trumpet that vines over adobe walls, the embrace of a woman in the extremity of love. Her flesh is sweet water, her heartbeat the sound of spanish stallions galloping over the high Texas plains. She is known in the cantinas in dusty streets behind the tourist shops. She is old as the blood of Montezuma. When she folds you in her body you are lost, waiting on a pyramid for the black stone knife. -copyright B.R. STRAHAN--- B.R. STRAHAN led the Washington (D.C.) Poet's Workshop for nearly 30 years, and has won many awards for his poetry. He has poetry in Onthebus, The Cresset, Gargoyle, Spectrum, among other magazines. REPAIR: to renew; to restore; to return to original condition - Oxford English Dictionary. |
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| RICKY GARNI A Breath of Fresh Air in the evening when I am very tired, the only subject that I can imagine talking about--writing about--is apricots. at least, as a subject of poetry. even though I have never eaten apricots, and even though I can tell that they are delicious, but certainly seem like a lot of work. itıs interesting--at night, when I am very tired, the only subject I care to write about is a lot of work, and something that I know nothing about. ah, apricots. in the morning I wake up and feel very peppy. I donıt think at all about apricots, and I write nothing. I do think about how few cereals are appealing, and try to remember if I read anything interesting the day before, and of course, I consider the day before me, and perhaps, by inference, my dreams before, and how they will shape my life to come. are they about apricots? no, they are about rooftops. rooftops are the best! -copyright RICKY GARNI--- This poem is #5 in her INTIMATE PORTRAITS; previously published on poetryrepairs 01.01.002 poetryrepairs.com 'all the fine arts are species of poetry,' |
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