Val Morehouse Poems

My husband and I
entwining near together
bud, leaf, and flower.
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I sent the moon as my message.
Finger curved and beckoning, it came back
'addressee unknown' your answer
blowing around my feet like dry leaves.
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Covering ground like lightning the fox-tongue coats
rerun other hunts and shake out last coins of laughter.
One stirrup cup, and they mount to run
the beast from her hollow.
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Green. Green the leaves,
and waves gray on the forehead of the beach.

As easy as breeze tensing lengths of hair
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Childless, I fold you in,
and you wear my living bones
heedless as wooden coat hangers.
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No wonder figs grew in Eden.
Leaves large enough to cover every nakedness,
tincture the summer wind. My fingers cup and lift this
warm child’s small meaning to my lips.
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The way trees imagine open road
restraint is a highway of braille across this room,
pulling in meaning like birdflight.
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My heart was a bud
held tight upon itself,
shedding rain,
defying wind
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Empty days slop blue over the
bottomless bucket of cold.

Frost twists then lifts its white handkerchief from
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___For Gordon on his 6th birthday


Each day the wind blows
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