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Judith Dorian Reads
On A Moon Fragrant NightOn a moon fragrant night the ear a cauliflower
hearkens to the cries of the impoverished street singer, hearkens to the swish of his modish rags shimmering ‘neath the torn curtain of sky. Parched thieves crouch near the simmering pond, sneak into the poet’s garden, steal lilacs—white, purple, lavender—whose gnarled branches curl & twist block the crooks’ egress, banish them to anguish & the dissonance of unresolved chords. May you never know pain of the chop block, never suffer branding of your skin, never be felled by the moon’s scimitar, deafened by the cymbals’ crash or waste your dandelion years riding camelback through the Hindu Kush. Such trials are not for you, mon petit chou-fleur. Come sit beside me, listen to the song on the far side of the tattered moon. Then we’ll gather the wind-scattered seeds that lie beyond the bleak horizon, allow the stream of regrets to flow past us. Dreams will perch on our window sills, mirages drift past the scrim of sleep, swift as the golden fish who plunge into the bellowing waters. Listen! for the ear, the cauliflower ear will carry you deep into its spherical music. poem |
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