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Rivers - for Sam Rivers
by Steve Dalachinsky

1.
last neighbor
big gone
willow waving on roof
pussy in trash can
                         maximum aggravation

     finally someone i know well enough
             to not know at all
                 reaches 200th season
         a fault not of itself
            in as last longer came this
              achilles smarts acute abruptness
       long lingered on river of different circumstance
                        coming from same said cause

                                 lifted    shaking

i wonder if ideals are same in voices' burials
  now more than nowhere states a once forgotten

          pull the sheets upward towards yerself
                  where it comes out of
            tall thin stone(d) always beard
                surely not the feet or hands you spoke of
                         beatrice there smiling like a melody
                               embrace you i back to the camps
                       & failed embarrassments
                              embroiled answers handshakes &
                        a wink's as good as a …..

i'll clap you to my side
   wave willow in can
furry cat-like stick i saw once
    & you gone as well
when i awake(d) from this
  & dreamed a dragon's breath
                                           consumed me.

2.
                       all my life i have walked thru feasts
                                sneak peeking
                                                    sneaker
                    you sneaking in pink
                           agasp a ghastly tone
                                           downstairs
                  word lush keeps lush appearing luscious

        are you occupied w/all this lusting?
                      be kind / fair - on your guard beware
                 tomorrow a juncture where loose ends meet
                        your fingers trembling over the balcony
                             along w/the trembling music
                                      your hands clapping
                        long after the applause have stopped.

 



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