Elizabeth Spires Poems

In some ways it's Life Real Life
in some ways Yes in some ways No
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My name in the black air, called out in the early morning.
A premonition dreamed: waking, I beheld a future of mourning.
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The world bends us to its purpose.
In the public gardens, we found
a "gazing globe" balanced
on a waist-high pedestal,
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The world changed.
Books disappeared, replaced
by glowing screens.
Poems that mattered once
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The island's dark tonight.
The radio crackles with static, news
of a blackout, the voice
coming through first loud, then soft,
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I found a white stone on the beach
inlaid with a blue-green road I could not follow.
All night I'd slept in fits and starts,
my only memory the in-out, in-out, of the tide.
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In a world of souls, I set out to find them.
They who first must find each other,
be each other's fate.
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Here, in the half-dark of the sauna,
the bodies of the women glisten ...
Naked, disproportionate, lush,
hung and burdened with flesh, they open slowly,
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It rains and it keeps
raining, and there is
no sound except the sound
of the rain falling,
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Meeting old friends after a long time, we see
with surprise how they have changed, and must imagine,
despite the mirror's lies, that change is upon us, too.
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