Elizabeth Liechti

The sun falls
Daylight shatters.
They spill across the air
A stream of shadows
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Is my little one hungry?
Then eat little monster, heap your plate, have seconds,
Heck, have thirds.
Have some nice roast rage, fresh out of the oven:
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Two by two
In that shadowed secret place way in the back
With the magic door.
Black and white wingtips.
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What are you reading?
Words. Words. Words.
Words have a funny way of becoming as real as credit card statements
As chest-pain inducing as teenagers
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The ceiling leaks
The rug was nineteen seventies hideous
Until the gift:
A Turkish carpet lovingly beautiful
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Indecisive wind first west now south
Warm surface air, still, the threat of Lake Superior gales
Glancing fox-sly from underneath.
I sit on a dirty plastic garden chair
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In amber-tinted afternoons while the old ones
Drink sable tea and listen to the sunlight
Dabble in the goldfish pools
The children and the griffons play mindgames
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Last night
As I sat hunched before the window I saw a unicorn
Making its trumpet fanfare dancing maiden way
Along the alley's dirty ice. I went out to her
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