Fine Flu Journal Fine Flu Journal- june 2014 | Page 14

EUGENE GOLDIN
Thanatos For a Dove

Having brought no candles,
we burned matches
upon discovering that
last night, while we dreamt
of boats set adrift upon the sea,
an owl had left a dove’s
feathers on the ground in
an apparent death circle as
Thanatos momentarily wrested
the exuberant yellow spirit of a
new spring morning
from our eyes wide open.

The Muse Disappears
Carrying poetry and poses
the Muse disappeared into her mirror
fathoms deep within my glass,

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