Julie Doxsee

Thank you for hand

delivering a new park

 

to the village full of

kids who believe dams

 

are good luck.  While I was

shipwrecked I found

 

the edge of the map

where you built it

 

using sonar, triangulation &

lilies.  I rolled up

 

this watercolor, decorated

with pieces of actual

 

scissor, of you cutting

the inaugural ribbon &

 

plugged it into a

hole so watertight

 

the effluvia just

puddle at my feet.

Offering

Instructions for a Pageant

In a country

full of hoof prints

 

that look like U magnets

when shot through

 

the lens, pour

swimming pools

 

of naptime

& nest inside

 

the party

on the air

 

of popped

balloons.

Magnets, Please

Untangle my

expensive wing from

 

this strange piece

of nighttime or like

 

I said I

will come

at you at

 

one of the wee hours

as I make light

 

saber noises

with my twig.

Dewpoint

Up lookout

mountain I hydroplane,

 

an eye weeps

pony-colored tears.

 

Schoolchildren’s teeth

fill with fog & a city’s trick

 

knees cramp.  I should

date pilots, double

 

then quadruple my

cruising.  

At First a Kind of Steering  

My friend wrote

a song about you  

like a pillow to

 

eat.  I wrote

a song about you

made of igloos

 

ears can’t swallow.

Without a roomful

of rabbits melting

 

minor spoonfuls

in the dognoise, who

can swallow?

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