From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade
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Today was sunburnt skin A man balanced rocks by the seashore in impossible poses and she dropped a dollar in his tin We wandered barefoot on the concrete walls above sunbathers and basked in the newness of British Columbia air listening to foreign tongues stilt and slip away from us on every side, wafting in on silent breezes and out again We gathered fresh fruit in a farmer's market blueberries and raspberries, melons and peaches and filled our bellies by the light of the setting sun on the grass by the bay we watched the boats weigh anchor and yachts of partygoers motor to and fro until our limbs prickled with cold forcing us to run back to the van to keep warm Writing by candlelight we made poetry of our night on the north shore where the waters sparkled like fireworks with the city lights and we watched the moon hang low and full on the horizon the harvest moon lulled us to sleep From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade It has come time for endings It has come time for goodbyes With careful, slow moves I cut myself from the tapestry I unbraid and leave frayed edges swollen and stinging I work despite the dull ache of my muscles The tearing of some ephemeral skin I weep and the salty tears sting I crawl and my wounds scream I gather my pieces and cast off the limbs that refuse to come clean Only what I can carry heart, liver, lungs my backbone drags behind through the dust I am streamlined, next to nothing The golden arrow of my spirit nearly naked, translucent I pull dreams back in upon myself gossamer intentions flutter like the fragile netting of spider's webs that have been strung to the far reaches of heaven and will recess into the womb of my creation to be rebuilt anew From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
Copyright 2000 Amber Jade Glenn and Joe
Pull off their shoes Compare soles Rubber to leather Discuss the best floor for softshoe Dancing with bad knees Put back Bud Lights Keep jukebox time on the bar Sing along Glenn and Joe Comparing soles Discuss softshoe but Hardshoe themselves into the floor From the book "Being" by Amber Jade Copyright 2000 Amber Jade |
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