Last night the Bibliomancy Oracle gave me:
Funny how we hunker down in our little canoes
in
the middle of the scummy green swamp and wait and wait
for hope to
appear, for ghosts to die and come back as bodies.
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from “The Lord God Returns” by Susan
Wood
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I don't think that the first stanza here is quite working. It
was fun to play with but I think I would have had to keep doing that kind of
breaking or not even start with it. Not sure!
Mother Sonnet #2
It's funny how you permed your hair, and Ruth-
y saved the scarf. The dark green, torn and wrink-
led scarf we watched you wear throughout our youth.
The curlers underneath the green were pink.
We pass the scarf now back and forth by mail.
We did it even when you were around.
You downsized and the scarf just tipped the scale.
It's funny how the scarf wants to be found.
We wait. The scarf appears. And wait again.
A passing game for me and Ruthy now.
Who has it next? Where did it go? And then
It disappears in drawers till - blam, kapow!
The scarf comes back. And with it, just a scent
Of you again, the way you came and went.
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