Look at Me--A Poem

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Look at Me

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no word is hidden; no

love forgotten. we say we

can’t, we say don’t think

of me, but the memory

comes

at the bottom of the

broken hour. sitting naked

on the bed, the v of herself like

the sun shouting its name fearless

 

fearless in the great purpose of

its light, its fierce anger shouting

look at me, look at me

though we can’t

but

 

i do, blind in her flesh

burning in those wings

tumbling but

not

dead, that orchard

silken, receiving

me.

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copyright © 2013, The Rag Tree

 

Photo: Stained Glass Window, Sun. WikiCmns; CC 2.0 Generic. Author: Enrique Lopez-Tomayo Biosca.

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