Myra Sklarew Poems

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1.
Monuments

Today the moon sees fit to come between a parched earth
and sun, hurrying the premature darkness. A rooster in the yard
cuts off its crowing, fooled into momentary sleep.
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2.
The Skin of Sleep

The skin of sleep
is thin. It will not hold.
Its contents stumble out.
A nub of bone
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