Wednesday, September 23, 2009

One Poem by Simon Perchik


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As a narrow breeze
peeled from some stone
every night a comet
wandering its rind and pits :an orchard
thinner and thinner
trailing itself, circling itself
sliced like the skin from an apple
soaking in water -each night

as if this stone in my hand
was made from your shadow
and your eyes like twins
coming from nowhere to open my hand
to get a better look
to lift the edge.

It's night
as kids will duck for fruit :the sun
swallowed with some sky
that tasted like water

and this stone no one sees anymore
holds down your shadow
and mine -nothing moves
except a stone
carried one shadow to another
scattering its dust
to rebuild the world, the hearts
Gemini once carried
and every night I call your name
twice, breathe into your name
as if a door would open
and a house appear, you

can't breathe out and the night
cuts everything in half, this breeze
never again two by two :each raindrop
alone, gusting under the ground
under my arms still carrying
this stone and doll-like evenings.

{Poem by Simon Perchik}

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