MOON-BLINK

The cave sound of the living dead Shattered by a woman's laughter, black box nine by twelve

Candled by the mirror in her eyes. Puppet feet learn to waltz

With a shadow in a blue velvet robe.

But the chameleon changes its color, Withheld arms embrace a bowling ball, The skies rain stars and alcohol, The ohess mon reach a stalemate.

And a pale yellow begonia

Lies marooned in a jungle of blue daisies.

For blue daisies are not real,

The moon is wrapped in a telegram, Gold imbedded in Idaho potatoes. Hers were the halibut's eyes And the flight of the peacock... Mine the voice of the giraffe.

Dol Martin

REPRESSION

There has been enough of sighs Wistful wishes slain,

I will not repress them more

But stay with you within your door

Through parting pain.

Would you call me back from Heaven,

Hell deny me, too?

Let me die my little death

Live each love, and love each breath Until I'm through!

Jo Allyn

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