Judith Zander Poems

once again new waves are carried out
in quick
water colors curling
the boats of heaven of remote
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we imagined the weather
would hold up the rain
lets itself daily
with its sedan carried
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those are
the storms the blind
ends of winter the
equinox pushes
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from the burning
scissor-steps racing
peels out tetrapod fly
to the edges of breath
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at the end of august advently items
become conceivable again wool something
on your skin beside
white herds of drought summer
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once upon a time it was so late we
arrived at an interim time and contact
broke off in the pause of space
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my hand is a dead fish in the morning
it drifts on your chest
sideways the night made
a heron take wing
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keep wake dusk behind double
windows the hill and I
ghost mirror alloyed wit
in wit snowskin and list
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to the left my mother grew up
her mother and father
die off root and branch
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