Patti Masterman Poems

Nights I’ve turned you into a genie-ghost of sorts:
Using the same brain synapses that enabled me
To fly fearlessly above the landscape of my dreams,
I can summon up your presence before me
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What must inspire the vagaries of the wind;
Such a variable vocal cord must it wear-
To mimic the voices of so many beings,
And still beneath doors, around corners it bends:
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Once a nameless woman went on a shopping spree
And started a revolutionary movement,
Without even realizing it; strolling through miles and miles
Of underground malls, with fake palm trees and scentless orange groves.
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God of blue and gold,
Harness me to your chariot;
Let us go flying over the seas-
The winds are bold
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The cenote is a standing blackness, at the end of a path
Reflecting stars amongst entwined greenery
Where the female sacrifices once were assembled
And pitched in, to talk to the gods for the people
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I see you everywhere now-
Over each hill; each page I read;
See your half-concealed eyes
Always there, watching me.
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Every place is so far away;
Places on maps, a world at bay
Suspended at distances, only imagined,
A travel itinerary, of endless pageant.
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There's always something new
Clicking along the familiar grid lines
There's the autobiographical show-and-tell
One link later, and zipping along the super highway,
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What is the old hawk thinking
As he circles round and round
Does he see our little shadows
Foreshortened, on the ground?
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make mine plain vanilla, please-
no syntax, or just leave it
on the side then
small and simple is always best
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