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by Arthur Smid To hold the thought balanced Between familiar and unfamiliar, Through downtown on a bicycle Brought to mind the world. The rooftop lay bare the unseen Layered by doing and undoing In rooms lit with memory and sunlight. I walked in on someone I didn’t know. The familiar made herself recognizable Through embarrassment…
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FLOWERS ON THE DOORSTEP
I let her in at midnight, She stumbles in the hall. There’s a basket on the doorstep, And flowers growing there. Come in with a rose, A flower put to bed. The only one who knows has left And won’t bother anymore. One more time I asked her Before she said goodbye. Now I know…
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ORIGINAL NATURE
by Arthur Smid A white horse on prairies, One speaks, it is evening. She sings from the meadow, A light on the window. In shadow as water, All children to sleep. Their hands on their chest To fly further tonight. Airships and railways, Machines when they flutter, Women make progress. Love is in and They…
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SUN DIAL
by Arthur Smid Riding on a journey, Descent, no doubt Carried out of town, We share the question of the world. Now be wise, I swore to you My resolution, A sun lifts out of chaos High above the sea, All my life to answer the question. We were made to live on earth. It…
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NINE LIVES PROGRESSION
by Arthur Smid A Cro-Magnon you say, “Once I had fallen snow Lying in an open hole. There’s nowhere I can go To be accepted in.” Knocking on darkened doors, Looking for a cheap hotel, After I got paranoid. A man and wife you say, “Once we have a home We’ll go from room to…
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GOOD NIGHT
by Arthur Smid We made the Earth our bed, Folded in the ground. We sleep here or there: We are both and everywhere. On the other side, Where the light is good, A midnight sun is day, When you say goodnight. If you know the way, You love always. If you show the way, I’ll…
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SUNDAY’S TEMPERATURE
by Arthur Smid A breakfast crowd on Saturday night, Hearing catcalls when you step in the light, A red dress blown between your legs, Feeding the flames in our embrace. You turn me on and in the room It’s hot. Let’s take it off. We’re fed this way, Love will be our food. One kiss,…
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HUMBLE BODIES
by Arthur Smid Into the sky the light falls Between us the night calls: An understanding of who we are, What life is, All you have, Can ever have: you’re alive. Every move we make is a passion To attain the union in creation. Open and free in light, The alchemist and humility, A heart…
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THE LIVING ROOM
by Arthur Smid I feel the curve of the earth rubbing oil On her legs spreading flowers in the valley Her face in bloom when the petals part Spiraling swiftly into her narrow forget-me-not We devour a moment incarnate our time In the flesh like the ghosts of dawn in sunshine The perishable fruit in…
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SLEEP LIKE A QUESTION
by Arthur Smid He held the boy in his arms, waiting for fire. The glow from the golden lamp. As in a wasteland The future stood growing up. The world Indifferent? Or was each person wrapped up In a world and indifferent to other worlds. There could be one world. It’s frozen. Its time is…