August 27
Reclining Lady of
Six-Eighty (2)*
The fabric of the canopy
overhead
and lie of bed clothes around
her
varies with the morning weather
and colored light dawning over
her knees
I have turned to look upon her
hidden
under a silvered veil of sheet
forehead, shoulder, knees in
silhouette
slumbering in fog of sleep
And I moved that morning in
sleepy fog
about my business with
underlying hint
of familiar form beneath
subliminal cloud
and rounded edges of reality
The perfunctory memory of the
hand
working routine daily tasks
frees the mind to drift in
search
of a familiar naked form
*From
a series written from 1998-2001 (I was 53-56)
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