Category: Cedar Sigo

by Cedar Sigo

The crumpled steel

guarded movement

its offering, dead

bells on felt

squares

walk your

body around its

outline, in some

distress and rust

you got it right

*

see through-

enter off

the sides

no edge left

unturned, blurred

in point of fact

a soft glow beckons

before we are barred

from the lights

the way we like

*

any number of ways

to squeeze a brushed

defenseless box

meaning mind pouring

holes down through

the top reinforcing

its phantom

dust coated tongues

of grey green plants

open prairie

*

I would like it better

strolling each side alone

iron grips

the long and dark

long and bright

divided

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by Cedar Sigo

for Joanna Kyger

(1)

Poetry is the part

that no one sees

clip the flower

burn the brush

watch rain stream

down

the moon viewing

window

six drops fold together

then glimmer

burn a stick of Autumn Leaves

crack the screen door

write longer

have beams shooting

out and over

the blessed

bountiful body

Do not revisit

poems the next day

they have already rejoined the actual

matter

daily music fallen

back into the fabric

to acknowledge mastery

would violate her

flexibility

even further terms (the heat

and shape of the mountain)

(2)

Bring

the outside in…

 

the gray continuous

tangle of moss

posing as a mandala

 

burning the

sudden white

tiny

cracks

in between

outside

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