Lois Read Poems

The lone red
most ordinary tulip
in the front garden
has surprisingly mmorphed
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She was a perfect composition sitting there
broad brown face with smile as white as lilies,
red rebozo, red pail of flowers,
skirts spread around her like an audience.
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Words resound in my soul like gongs
or the bells in the Buddhist temple
where the saffron-clad boy-monk
sidled close to me on the bench
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Bright blue bits of sky
assert themselves
through soft spring scrim
bell the morning
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Shrill whistles pierce the country calm
as peacocks flounce florescent tails.

Imprisoned in their corsets, ladies
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A poet I know said
God is a radish.
I thought about that for a long time,
trying to make a connection
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I pick up
shells and stones and sea glass
wave-glazed and glossy still
on early morning beach walks
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I am red, surrounded by purple
color my life, the scent of my breath
I eat it, drink it bathe in it daily
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The glass of wild broom on the bathroom shelf
one petal already fallen
yellow on warm oiled wood
says hurry outside
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(the first line of the poem is from Emily Dickinsen)

Angels rent the house nest ours wherever we remove
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