Particular (for sunrays)

Pansy Maurer-Alvarez
ISSUE 2006-1
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Particular (for sunrays) The foreground races blurred while the horizon is as still as rock          The clouds hang there stuck in a painting I think I remember turning lavender in front of my eyes If the sun were to shine just one day   again for you and for me how lucky      a little longer we would be in our daisy fields       One spoonful     for Mommy one for Daddy for Jack and for Grandma but snap it’s the end of January and all gone far away     somersaulting out of that yellow light in our daisy daisy fields     When was this particular knowledge going to be given to me? to any of us? What are they hiding in their exquisite box of inlaid Japanese lacquer - the lid so loose now I can sometimes glimpse inside, and inside is where we need to go isn't it? Our seasons stopped one summer now distance grows in the dark     I discover my personal compartment inside the music where the poems go - where they run with the river alongside me     when night is low, the destination clear.