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Rose Mary Boehm
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On a large metal tin
from the famous Dutch
cacao people the picture
of a serving girl in white
holding a tray with a tin from
the picture of a serving girl in white
holding a tray...

I stand between two mirrors.  In my hands
your picture.  Substance is not what I squint
to see, but what is known.


His horse shudders under
the lashing of his intention.
Moonlight's feelers
stroke him with silken gloves.
He freezes.

Against the dark horizon
an owl stills in the headlights.

Show me the loom on which he spins
his story of Irish rivers spilling ichor.
Their depth filled with godly prophecies
leaking from then into tomorrow.
Inner earth opens its mouths
spewing untasted varieties of fervor.

Keep watch.
The wolfdog is on the prowl.

*Gaelic for Enniskillen



On the other side of you
there is a no place,

where silences build
bridges across hidden waters,

where Pirandello's actors
are searching for a stage,
lost for a script.

Concrete begets concrete,
and the heart can no longer
accommodate love, or perhaps

it just dies,
of negligence.

Rose Mary Boehm, Unite Kingdom; Lima, Peru

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