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the red pillow (modern Pompeii)

Posted to Poetry

I will not look away again.
I will. I won't arrange
The virtues versus suprise,
Won't count every carved
Hair on the marble head
And judge the halo

Like unsettled dust. Remember

I asked, and shared the stone.

Each morning I turn to you
Having served error a smokey
Sleep. What's happened to
Fire? I swear the red
Pillow against your shoulder
Looks like slight of hand of the sunset.

But now it's day again, slowly

With just enough light to see.