
JUST
ABOVE FREEZING
Poems by Lawrence Carradini
I am fainting.
I am wondering why the birds
fly south
when it is seventy-nine
degrees
of wonder, why it is warmth
of wonder
that keeps me
questioning
if -
I am fainting. If
I am holding
on
To simple things
I am wondering
why?
I am wondering why it is that
something
that should be
as simple as
love
creates convolutions
twisted
pathways crossing
brain-loops
cross-hemispherical
cross-
wired
wireless
mix
mastered
and slashed
on some vinyl
of the
needled mind?
I am wondering
why
the needle breaks -
the skin
is thin
flakes
surrounding
the drifts.
We are snowmen melting.
We are puddles
after bonds
broken,
we are left
The Dog.
Without
a cat.
Each bird
a dream.
I am fainting;
blurred,
it looks as if
all
the birds
have
flown.
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