TWO POEMS – Michael Brownstein

Posted: October 31, 2011 in Fiction, Poetry
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A SKULL OF LIGHT
 
A knot of hair
candles in the sockets–
a head is bone
and decomposed flesh–
the brains cut away
and the eyeballs blank.
 
Even the night sky
black bruised coal
 
Even the forest and the trees
burnt to cinders
 
Even the light from the eye
 
Even the one lock of hair
 
Even the hand holding to it
 
Even the thorn of winter

 

WINTER AND I LET THE CROWDED BUS DOOR SLAM IN HER FACE
 
–an apology thirty years late
 
Winter is change and diplomacy,
slush and sleet, a tango of ice,
the thick overcoat of snow,
and one man who remembers
to open doors for others, remove
his hat, say thank you and
you’re welcome, please and
thanks again. The sun is shining
over the white grass, the white
tree trunks, the white sidewalks,
the parked cars buried in white.
Winter is when people turn
and help others dig their way out.

 

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