Jnana's Red Barn

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weekday summer beach variety) . wine, French bread,
plum tomatoes, Brie, stretch to water, whisper,
songbirds and butterflies, clouds in lazy clear eyes

run along We swim, splash, neither of us presses
homeward, stopping perhaps a movie For us
beginning
I think

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topics other than passion
ingest deep psychic wounds conveying
purple fullness just when

somebody comes up the staircase
she could form a paradigm of Eros
wearing a temporary turncoat

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the glass haggard willow beard fixed upon
a general deficient tunic, whose eyes now
only honor or duty siege towers connive assaults
inferior to comely .  Are you certain
she fleeces nothing but hair? What besides
biting irony half-truths, at best
consider difficult decisions I make
given the choice of East Coast or Far West,
you convince me to stay near
application of that concept carry back
from your brief but intense relocation
how often “brutal honesty” turns,
between us, to be merely brutal

copyright by Jnana Hodson
(the middle section originally appeared in the journal, Lucid Moon)