March 2005 / Volume VI / Issue II
Maurice Oliver
Eventually, A Horse

Or hailstorms to build split-level houses.

When both bells & birds stop. The big mouth
of a refrigerator. Or irony sitting on the
back porch. Girls with flowers to push broom.
The skinny sequoia in a newspaper. Lousy wig.
Lazy lock. A giant running backwards...

fistfuls of handy-wipes
doodles on a napkin

Trying to figure out the best way to
disguise a wish-bone.

One large alarm clock ticking
down the hole...

more sentimental rain
a self-indulgent cloud

I could donate my front door to science,
she teases, with her hand on the knob.

And you're about as natural as a freeway, I
reply, because I think the words hit & run.

You see how difficult gift-giving is?
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