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Archive for January 2008
the wind climbs
January 29, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
the wind climbs
a neighbor’s tree–
homework
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morning frost
January 20, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
morning frost–
a sliver of moon
left in the sky
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mystery solved
January 16, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
mystery solved
at a Kyoto bakery–
fortune crackers
tasting of sesame, miso
hug secret messages
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results are in
January 9, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
results are in–
neighbors prop up
the fallen fence
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hillary’s pockets
January 4, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
Slippery as unbeaten egg whites
the cloth rolls off her shoulders:
camel hair, silk lined paisley,
sunken buttonholed breasts.
The coat checker evaluates its heft,
places it on a hanger, hands out a number,
smoothes the scarf down a sleeve.
Frost lingers about the shoulders
as if the owner only just emerged
from an unsympathetic landscape.
The coat checker checks in more coats.
Finally, from a distant place, music
starts, applause crashes out of its box
and the checker steps back to the rack,
taps its tarnished pedal with her foot.
Sleeves swing outward…249…253…
262…even and odd, Chanel No. 5,
Opium, Unforgivable. She grasps
the camel hair’s collar. In go her arms,
hands tucking into the oversized pockets—
left side empty, no lipstick, no tissues
but in the right, she feels something
half eaten, half wrapped in a thin foil,
the contents crumbling like whispers
swept up by a tired busboy.
With fingers to her lips she smells
oats, tastes chocolate and soon
the entire treat is in her mouth,
tongue dislodging the sticky bits.
Somewhere else applause trots about,
the cloak room glows fluorescently
and scarves, those elegant
nooses, slide closer to the floor.
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ice layer
January 3, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
ice layer
on the water dish–
a sleepless night
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our new year kiss
January 1, 2008 by Melanie Alberts.
our new year kiss
without champagne–
exploding sky
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