Mystery In The Mystery

It was obvious was it not
really clear there it was
inside the plain fact
not even hiding
in the leaves and vines

all the dust above the mirror
there it was or was it wiped
away when things were said
and done was it another look

Forgotten

They somehow forgot
their bras

left them at home
for the Fair
out in the countryside

Some also their pants
most meannesses
all those feathers
wings antlers rocks

and silk

singin' 'bout the places
almost lost

singin' that soft anger
into the leaves into breezes

Finding It

I kept finding myself in Xanadu
even though I looked at the map
there were curves leading there
from all other curves in the dust
past the caravan and blue moon
I wanted more water more time
to remember it smaller and cooler
in the posters with peaches and vines

we're all up together in defense
and there it is without pretense
the human body in all its glory
skirted flounced never setting
but rising to leafy treading
round and round the paths
I'm trying so hard to memorize
their faces still from last year

What Is It

About life about the bowl
cherries spinach leaves
chocolate coffee green beans
bread and the sweet pepper

sauce getting in the mix
I did not imagine being alone
at the Country Fair but what
better disguise at this late hour

thinking about the watermelon
still in the fridge waiting unopened

Mystery At The Country Fair

Noises are far
too close. I forgot
what I was going to say.
Did you need your ticket
after all or the pie
Climb aboard the future
It is a human chain
with drums rainbow
multiplying
Each word searching
for the sconce

Life Is A Loaded Sconce

Between third and fourth there is a crack
in the sconce but I have kept it a secret
even though I might be blamed it wasn't me
it wasn't I think it was our leader who did it

I watched him from the stairwell
from way above up in a corner I was a spider
spying on his hair his jowl his ugly shoes
waiting for him to fall somehow but the railing
was there and caught him in time that is
what it is for after all isn't it

plus the sconce showing him
a thing or two with its jagged pieces

things will never be the same
that much is sure as the bombs
fallen all over the world
can never be taken back
put back into their casings
planes and platforms

I will report it over and over
what  needs mending

Love Me Love My Sconce

Planted parsley
regular and also French
inside the old tire with its nail
placed beside the dahlia
years ago I lost my ring from Finland
the one Seija gave me from her class
and there it was just sitting by a tomato

If you don't believe in miracles
then you should really change
because now you have proof
every little thing will find its way
and I mean before and after

Last night I watched the famous chef
walk around in gardens in your neighborhood
checking on strawberries and peaches
slicing them open and arranging things
that is life a lot of the time wishing for

The great thing about here is the cloud cover
from the ocean of course and you have it too--

tonight I'll be back with my sconces
gazing at their serene faces
I won't ask them for anything
because that is what I already have