They Walk
Fresh from the Fire.
Sprung
From the head
Fully-grown.
Ambered souls.
One- hundred pairs of ambered feet.
Pale they walk.
Fresh from the fire
A tis’it a task ‘it
A little straw basket.
A Poet killed by other poets.
A poem. Unread.
Says
Anaïs Nin.
She knows them.
The named. And unnamed.
Dancers Flamingo
In Harlem and Spain.
Remember:
Memory is a great betrayer.
Betrayer between
The naked and the dead.
A poem. Unread.
Dream:
In the forests of
Getting and forgetting
Old trees sing
Eve’n tide vespers
In tones of green greys.
Dream:
Weird wing’d Nightwinds
In turquoised whispers.
Dream:
Woman as houseboat.
Paris.
Une oeuvre inachevee,
A poem.
Unread.
Says
Anaïs Nin.
m.f. nagel (not pictured) lives in Alaska.
