a poem with no ideas (DF)

God Wishes To Be Expected

 

Cardinals, starlings

    the backyard is lush

rims of red in cups

    lipstick, dolcetto

 

and coffee from the morning.

The plants are hunting

inside themselves

popping open the windows

 

These artifacts are not clues—

  they are confusions, your painting

of yourself, a kaleidoscope

of ghosts

 

While you are thinking as though dead

   clutching important letters

simple, insane, desperate

all the qualities of building strength

 

under the god that

one day

it will be used, maybe depleted

maybe a final moment

    probably

            who knows?

 

It may be gone at any moment.

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2 responses to “a poem with no ideas (DF)

  1. “God wishes to be expected” is the random post from WordPress. Well done, WordPress. Better comment than I could’ve come up with.

  2. Changing the title to that. Naturally.

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