Raynette Eitel Poems

FOG HOLDS LIGHTS

Fog holds lights in soft hands stroking
the bay, floating across waters alive
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In Taos, pueblos are striped with ladders
leading to blue doors like pieces of sky.

Inside, braves wrapped in blankets
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After the Knife

…and for the rest of her life,
that unwanted child came to her in dreams
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In the dream your image
is just around the bend,

your finger beckoning
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Words land like birds
Upon my lined paper.
They flutter nervously,
Chirp without ceasing
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The girl walked beneath stars showing
and moon glowing,
gathering night poems.
Then, as a gift sent from heaven,
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The day the son of Ana Maria de Santos
was swept from her arms
by a hillside of mud
was the last time she saw colors.
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Someone is eavesdropping on my heart.
Wires taped to my chest
reveal ocean sounds swishing
rhythmically and without ceasing.
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Memories of other centuries
live within this instrument,
slipping along twisting streets
within ancient walled cities.
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After the wedding, her parents
took bouquets to a nursing home
where patients clapped their hands,
remembering weddings and music and love.
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