DAVID LANDREY

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ABANDONED 6-PACK WRAPS

Abandoned 6-pack wraps

seated in the park
you are the leavings
of late lunches, lusts

lost parishioners of the

dream cathedral
America made lonely hearts

high-tech rejects,

chips off the block
of slave trade—newly dressed

programs/pogroms
gulped    swallowed    swelled

quelled
and passed on to
passers-by to
print on memory screens
as the billboard screams
The Year of the Bible
1983

when the trees came late

after a soft winter
in the northeast USA

bud reluctant

leaf shy
why?
Lilacs too
withheld their perennial

blessing but not you,
you cardboard zip-ripped

remnants of the vast array

of throwaway treats
strung together ring by ring

by eucharistic fling

ritual feast in

God’s country

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"The Fading Away of Nature" by Steven Siegel. Photograph.

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SPRING FOR KATHY

On those days when life tastes so good

                we could

roll it on our tongues
press it on our palates;
when each breath brings scent of heather

                and the weather

shimmers bright and cool;

when you appear at aisle’s bend

                and send

your smile to me across the gap —

ah! then the music drives soul deep

                and we keep

our spirit whole.

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“Spring for Kathy” by Jennifer Dowdell. Mixed media.

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SON ET LUMIÈRE

Natural light rarely finds the inner

reaches of our home, our space for dinner

or the deepest core of our lives our

                souls
but the avenue beyond brings flashes

from passing vehicles      fire     police

to the accompaniment of sirens

fading fast after ringing in our

               hearts
and through it all voices of passers-by
cell phone conversations, bursts of laughter, sometimes screeching anger and sharp curses

then a swift moment of silence hovers
before the din begins again in our

                minds.
How has sense formed in forty-seven years
of sound and light passing through walls of our

                souls

bombarding our

                hearts

cascading through our

                minds?

And what is left from the pageant from the

spectacle of Son et Lumière?

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“#64” by George Grace. Acrylic on masonite.

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