Poems

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…leaving Leenaiyos
and Kohmohss
without discussion
Pahn rides his bicycle
into his old district neighborhood

Blossom-hill

Oak-meadow

the tracts
that supplanted the orchards
forty years before
                                                            he knows them well
                                                              these dark and wooded roads
                                                              of Eithnia’s neighborhood
with their tar and gravel
and rounded curbs
dewy lawns
and daily papers

                                                             almost
                                                              like the damp fringes
                                                            around a pond
He rides to the grocery store

                                                         meeting Aiks
                                                        who takes him to Nordstrom’s

He sees Pitteuss    and Pluta

He is looking for long underwear

                                                          unable
to find his size       embarrassed
wonders if                                they are wondering why

                                                         he is not at work   and if they asked
he would                             

                                                      explain
that he has an appointment
at 9:30—

he looks at the clock
It is time to go

            he tells Aiks

and he walks

                                                  into the library

The priestess comes
but Pahn can’t afford her beauty
and can’t afford health                       
so

                                                  goes back to work to spend
                                                                         time with Yaohwa

Athehna comes out of the winery       in the rain
Pahn is surprised

                                          that she has come to see him
                                                                             In bad weather

“There you are”
she says
“I read your poem”
and she hugs him

He knows it is because

                                     of something she saw

but in a moment           

                                                                  he realizes that he is dreaming…

…Standing with Egairia
Pahn wants to give her

                                                            more than conversation

all he has is a poem of a dream

                                                                                           and he knows
                                                             that she doesn’t read poetry
so


quickly
oddly

he conjures                    an African sea captain
 

                    who walks
 

                up the
                 stamped 
           concrete
                     in a Greek
      hat
                   buttoned
       coat
     and
                  greets her

He will interpret…
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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
Transfer

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