| Oh For A Ladle and A Goodly
Sieve If there ever was one moment, one breath like a new clear lacquer on an old crate, it was the day by the flat rock your pond reveals only when August takes off weight, leaves everything under a fine microscope, earth-fire ashen yet in the faulty lines, a sign dry August dares read of that bond; it says such a moment can have no redesign, cannot come back as trued, that its death is final, except full perfection's retell. Do you remember, in tangerine moonlight, night syrupy, how your breast quick fell, just one, from cupped safety of your hand, a cub from den, fledgling escape high nest, petal and aureole abloom in one slow rush, bound by rock, my waiting on all the rest? |
| Once You Shared But
Darkness Twilight lashes us, which always wasn't this way, this step in another direction. Now my mouth is against your wetness and all you've shaken loose. I hear you say you have waited forever for this talk of mine. Never again will I argue for the hours we have lost getting here. |
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Copyright 2006 Tom Sheehan
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| Tom Sheehan has published
7 books in the last 6 years: mysteries, poetry, memoirs,
short story collections. They include Epic Cures, short stories in 2005; A Collection of Friends, memoirs, in 2004; and This Rare Earth & Other Flights, poetry, in 2003. He has six Pushcart nominations, a Martha Albrend memoir nomination, a Silver Rose Award from ART for short story.
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