In Anger Poem by Judith Skillman

In Anger

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A nightmare lingers long afterwards. It can be caught by a glimpse
into dreamtime: a word, a look, a resemblance to hunger, glimpsed.

We stalk one another ceaselessly, as prey. Marriage, married long since.
The tulips shut tight in the yard — we bring them inside for a glimpse.

The ambient temperature causes them to open. For instance,
this: petals falling open in sequence, petals ragged, fallen, pollen-glimpsed.

Envy for the siblings' well-traveled lives — Paris, Kyoto, rinsed
in sun. Here we occupy leather seats, watch evening news on TV, glimpse

a world locked in war. We see refugees who flee for a glimpse
of peace, a bit of food, cup of water, the kind word, its fragrance, glimpsed.

Monday, June 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: food,marriage,paris,refugees,siblings
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Judith Skillman

Judith Skillman

Syracuse, New York
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