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Lyn Lifshin, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

HAVES

 

even lying down, a sea
of pine, red
birds, crickets

and your hands, the feel of
waking up in the
morning

bursting with haves

 

 

MAKING VIOLINS

 

Alaska
spruce for the
tops, hard
maple for the
backs, the
ribs

from Belgium
or Germany

the neck
maple too

for the finger-
boards ebony
and the
keys, tailpieces

or a native
maple could
be used

it may sound
nicer

 

 

AFTER HEARING THE
NEWS I START FALLING

 

grey sand,
a palm

cold fingers I

fold into
myself
like
a brain

the swollen river
sinks in, roots
that twist
no where

 

 

BLUE

 

moving thru a
thick blue

go and that

fog comes
into me

my one
lover

 

 

DECEMBER

 

night in
my blood,
brown berries

I should make
myself a
man of snow

these holidays
seem like
someone else's

 

 

RAIN

 

digs into the
crotch of
trees the
house a
cold boat
My baby gone
pasted to a
hill in
Colorad I
said I
didn't
need him,
a lie I
only use
it and the
rain the way it
beats a
code to get here,
to say oh
please love
hurry

 

 

WOOD WITHOUT YOU

 

played me like you
played those strings

but they broke so
often they had to

keep being changed.
I shook, just your

thigh under the
table and wanted

to steal that warm
Now I'm numb as

wood without
your fingers

have these
wanting blues,

(came from
dreams of men

with your
guitar, mustache

 

 

MORE REASONS NOT TO

 

a sudden change
of climate

please don't
go the blue
air's full of
poisoned wings

wind's blown
bees into your
old love's
hair

whatever you
do there

you'll get stung

 

 

EVERY DAY THE

 

house tears
more. Where
did your
hands go

doors twist
away, every

day's blue
Monday, the
birds are
made of ice

 

 

DON'T GO

 

an iceberg's
covered your
whole state

eucalyptus
went away

the snow
settled in your
old girl's
blood and
fingers

she never really
cared

anyway

 

 

PLEASE LET ME BE

 

your lady

this torn
house, the
weeds, love we

could just
watch the lake

in one corner

listen to
leaves, to
what the

shutters say
nights

 

 

IN THE MORNING

 

I can sleep late
but I want to reach

over touch your eyes

Some just a little
blood on the top

sheet I guess they'll
suppose a huge

mosquito, or a
small suicide

We laugh in the
wetpines,

everything curling

 

 

WHAT'S

 

we go to sleep,
we just don't want to
know. Lying
here in the dark I
think of the possibilities.
If you don't put the
lights on suddenly
we'll never see
what's crawling near us

 

 

PIECES OF YOU

 

are still
caught in my
nights. I
imagine your
hair, wake
up and I can
almost taste
it like the
blue smoke
you were
Your beads
don't cool
my hands. If
I sleep I
dream I'm
that half of
a geod left
wondering
where what
was whole
went

 

 

GLIMMER GLASS LAKE

 

the trees a
flaming
orange

I lie with my
legs twisting
your back

thinking
this

is me

yellow flowers.

The trees
come after us

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
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