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UNIVERSAL PATHS In the lab today, at my computer
I had a sudden vision Of pillowcases full of butterflies The wings were tired, beating Against the cool linen It wasn't sad; They could have flown away at any moment. . . These are universal paths and I believe it. I've had a such a vision of this road At sundown and the treeline But I was fettered all the while I was here I remember back when I could spend all day in a churchyard Reading babies' names and picking flowers Now I keep appointments To keep me going somewhere Because otherwise, I'll sit right here and starve I can feel my car being hit broadside I can smell somebody's campfire I remember being raped and going to jail Standing on top of a mountain, free as a bird Wishing the kids wouldn't play in the street - Screaming when I heard the scream I remember the stage and the dirt of the street And sequins I remember hatboxes In a room in the rain I woke up in an upstairs bedroom My lungs filling with smoke And not really understanding That five years was all there would be this time. And suddenly I want to call a very old number With a very new reason. . . Or none at all - Let's go pick flowers, Let's walk through puddles. (c) 10 February 2000 Heather K. Dooley |
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