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EXCERPTS FROM CRIPPLE POETICS: A LOVE STORY
petra kuppers
(from page 16)
But seeds can take hold, unfold, and open up a canopy.
Will you hold me like an oak? Tend me, with peacock feathers,
and I will bathe you in oils of tender plants, aromas of the field,
opiates of a summer dream that rides us past the rivers of tomorrow.
But when we wake, might we find our hands entwined,
sturdy roots of winter?
(From page 24)
Balance on the carousel
a carnival of fun
carne vale: beware the flesh, heart core,
or hard rock café
where music rocks you around the clock
listen closely into the bars of steel
that hold you, secure, in your seat,
that keep gravity at bay
that dance in their old old rhythm
then slip out from under, feel the steel
touch the dangerous leather
fear the fall, doubt the ground:
speak with the red red tongue
of a rolling stone.
Here, on the ground, I look up:
I fear, for you, feel the fall, and see you fly,
ride on the wind. Do not leave me
behind.
(c) 2008 by Petra Kuppers