CLOUD VAPORS
A shelf of clouds
opened in the new light
and the man on the patio
eating a fresh bagel
with room temperature feta cheese
studied it with wonder--
he saw the white lisp of dragon's
breath,
a bouquet of periwinkle,
a collaboration between
white hyacinth and white pim.
rhododendron, dahlia.
daffodil and calandiva
and then the familiar shape
of a lost friend,
his hand blistered and calloused, .
reaching for the petals of a white
rose.
Then a great greyness blocked
everything and in the perfect cool
day,
the first snow of the season
began to fall.
Individuality
My head eroding plaster,
my body milk:
the warm aroma of goat water from
Montserrat
flows through my blood lines
thin paste archives my baseline
the ruddy texture of fresh copper
salves my bones
and everywhere but nowhere else
a fine line of fabric covers my
skin.
Michael H. Brownstein’s latest volume of poetry, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else was recently published by Cholla Needles Press (2018).
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