When cardinals first appear in spring
they flicker, small flags in the trees.
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And some days, an endless fog
grazes the stone heads of statues.
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Rumor of bullets scheduled to fly
like hail or a passing rainstorm.
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None of this is in the past: the birds
of grief touching down on our roofs.
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And here is where a hand read my body
in the dark, its passage slower than time.
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If you feed what opens like a maw,
will it leave you alone, distraction?
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A sudden fever, a thread of fire:
bright contagion in the neighborhood.
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Infinity is depicted as repetition, or
a loop concealing its end from itself.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
It is with anticipation I read your poetry in the morning. I then have the advantage of recalling your words during the day or sharing your poetry with a friend, or family. In this poem, “Sometimes in the night, arms come to gather me” it is the first and the last lines of your poem that I willl ponder during the day, and in many days to come.
You grace a day with beauty. Thank you Professor Igloria.
Thank you, Carol _/\_