Grandmothers Boogie In Place

by Deborah C. Segal

Throw wishes
to the breeze
at the threshold
soon monsoons
will resume
Jackhammers and fireworks
have stopped for now
What do you do
with a reprieve
from hell?
Rose petals
and love of fate are mine
bright eyes fill with water
mockingbird sings
Wings circling
in a Wu Wei way,
old sun descends
at night’s edge
Cymbals
on my fingers
bells on my feet
Sunday wears a wire gown and spun glass gloves
wherever grandmothers boogie in place.
Spirals turn and the dark rabbit twitches:
“No time to explain, can you understand?”
I cannot grasp a riot of perfumes.

1975

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Poetry from the seventies published in 2019. It dropped right before the pandemic of 2020.

Cover art by Laura Lackey. Look for my new novella entitled Edwin in the Embrace of Entropy (release date TBA.) Laura Lackey has four black and white line drawings in it.