another daydream

another daydream

Friday, May 22, 2015

Spiraling Similes


Forgiveness infallible as wings beating into arcing flight
sounding like a shudder of psalms circling
my rigid frame shaken unbolted like a trap door,
like a jaw dropped upon awe - awe like an anvil upon
which I am chiseled as the marble of myself, a marvel
casting off bitterness like sour bits of milk that churn
into butter like a taste of breaking the fast between us.

This poem, with comments by editor David Lehman, can also be viewed at: 

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