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a poem by Puma Perl (1 of 2)
fists of flowers
wake up, your hand curls into fists of flowers
your feet remember last night’s walk
on tightropes strung like clotheslines
in tenement windows, dreams hang
like mismatched socks, thoughts never
white enough, dogs tug at sad minds,
pushing, pulling into the edge of remember
eyes open, it is sometimes yesterday and never
right now, moments creep like Chicago
you’re two hours late with no appointments
kill a day, six more are sure to jump quick
as rabbits, Violets and Sweet Williams
share the last days, Iris rides the train,
you may never see another Magnolia
wake up, your face is scarred by perfection
your lilac boots are walking out the door
your feet remember last night’s walk
on tightropes strung like clotheslines
in tenement windows, dreams hang
like mismatched socks, thoughts never
white enough, dogs tug at sad minds,
pushing, pulling into the edge of remember
right now, moments creep like Chicago
you’re two hours late with no appointments
kill a day, six more are sure to jump quick
as rabbits, Violets and Sweet Williams
share the last days, Iris rides the train,
you may never see another Magnolia
your lilac boots are walking out the door