Friday, October 26, 2012

NEW! Poem by Doug Ramspeck


Doug Ramspeck

NOTES FOR THE MORNING ORBIT

and always the problem of prayer—

wind brushing over the hair on our arms,
the sunlight we hoard on our skin

that moment when
we invent a certain 
methodical throbbing to our hearts

a rhapsody of waking    a half-scissor 
of a leg kicking for the floor

the spirit breaking and entering

the daily orbit of regret spinning us
toward some cartoon apocalypse

the hours like a sleight of hand

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