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    A Bright Disorder (1)

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    by Rose Maria Woodson

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    a bright disorder   we

    kenning

    glass slipper  soul

    slip   wild spinning    into

     

    dance

     

    world wanes

     

    shadows  garden

    katydids percolate

    crickets iambic persistent

    drown  time’s  drumming

    fingers across the rusty sundial

    the moon spins its  full skirt into

    the next phase  we

    shadow a new page

    full as pumpkins

    tiny   as mice 

    at last all

    fireflies & halos 

    flickering in the  one-and-only now

    the wow- glowing now

    gravity bangs no gavel in

    garden  shadows

     

     

     

    as midnight runs down the spine &

    the heart trips  over all its own

    appointments & passwords

    barcodes & tombstones

    the order of rumbling rites great &  small

    tumbles down the crumbling stairs of the palace

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    moonlit        the toast

     

    half grinding bone

    half blinding flesh

    still we hold  still

    we hold the full

    glass    sparkling   

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