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Mama Mada
Dews Of The Morning
by Ad eo la Ik uo m o la
The crowned soft dews of the morning
Eye witnesses of the broody mysteries
Export your cold nightmares’ carriages
To the blazing babies in the flowerbeds
Seal your temple with petals and pollen
And faith-crack darkness’ secretive oath
In humming bees and floating butterflies
And sentence mortals to terms of labour
Dense metaphorical dews of the morning
Our avowed lyrically poetic genetic allies
Your garments of serenity mow the lawn
Hanging the bleak funerary for night urn
Dull descendants of the deferred darkness
The infant child of the conquered nightfall
Melting like weak wax before sick sunrays
Will builders stay you with palatial arcade?
Home Birth by Ali Th urm
Sun seeps through
crab apple blossom
and I lie on the sofa
exhausted but complete.
She’s sleeping next to me
wrapped in her blanket.
It feels like birthdays
when I was a child
when the whole day
was entirely mine.
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