—Shelters of Change—
What if the day is a house built
in the sky by the sun that means
to hold it up forever by beams
that collapse with the shifting
foundation at every rotation
leaving the tent of night pitched
by the moon in dark blue cloth
cast over just for now all
the nomads knowing it will be
folded up at the next turn
and the sun is unable to see
the peace of loving passing
shadows and shelters of change?
—Stretch—
A pack of small street dogs stretch
like putty around parked cars
in downtown Famagusta-
a beige blob of dachshund mixes
and terriers blending, breaking
and sticking back together;
a self-conscious chemical bond of
eleven sets of little legs
reacting as particles and compound
bound and loose
trying to belong and anxious
about being lost or missing out.
A ceremonial dance-
yip, step, step, stop, quick look, sniff
weaving and leading and following
souls open wide and overflowing
to take in the whole world
and spill out onto the city
where they will inevitably
dissolve into their elements
and leave behind their bodies
as substance and solution
dissipating from earth to sky
from city to kingdom, a final
stretch from offspring to ancestor
broken and coming together.
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