New Year New Poem

New York Artist w/her Notebook
New York Artist w/her Notebook
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You are awake.  A lovely song
Is playing in your ear
The Unicorn            waits in state
Not a bad exposure

Ants push closed their soft brown doors
She murmurs
Writes a portrait
Of abalone shells

And each sleeping sister
Wishes to be free of ill humor
Mother discusses politics
Leda was nothing like Pandora

She dreams of swimming naked
Languidly
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kris

beautifully written

Iris
excellent, Renee- the effect of this poem is a gentle and methodical prodding like the lightest massage! I hope that the new year is as refreshing as this.
Renee
Thank you, Iris! I hope the new year brings us refreshment as well.

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