P O E T R Y
Daniel Edward Moore
In Absentia 1. The pear tree violently bloomed. Green and white faces a thousand smiles strong gazed down at the woman shading charcoal cups onto paper thin as her thoughts. On the dining room table she managed denial of the house become kennel and curse. 2. Leave it the way you found it, we asked. Request evaporated into dark expectation. The black and white cup held nothing of promise. Arriving home found justice dried quickly. Blue ink on a check with the name in the middle left the way we found it. 3. The birds across Main Street in Lake Ornithology did what they could to remind. Mirroring back from an intimate space, the movement of wings and the opening of beaks. Beauty can live in all the world’s rooms, even the shallow, wet and neglected. 4. For them, the most mindful of us being gone, we clapped our way back to the seats in their hearts. Applauding how vulnerable the mindful survive. Their barking became a long lamentation holding us there on tomorrow’s dry tongue. We became righteous oases.
GDJ, rejon
