November 27, 2019

• the juggler drops his eggs

  

   

  midnight grinds sleep until it is
  small and thin
  declarations of love
  coauthored by a silent mailbox
  bravely face the cold

  the roof doesn't move a muscle
  under the night's black paws
  the starting gate blows open and shut
  all night long
  the juggler drops his eggs
  a dream like a bandage
  flaps in the wind

  the woman in her silk nightgown
  yanks the door open, shaking the heavens.
  like a deer, she runs wildly barefoot over
  the oriental carpet.  a huge moth flies across the wall
  plunges into the crackling fire of a ringing telephone

  In the receiver
  Silence.
  only snow
  goes on speaking on the power lines

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