3 Poems by
Sheila Murphy
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All in a Day
His direct brown eyes
Accustomed to their own fatigue
Melted like chocolate
Kisses not offered to me
The conversation passed like influenza
I guessed the status quo
And sunset crafted what appeared indelible
I taught myself to memorize
Before the unfamiliarity would make another dusk
Seem puzzling again
The whole day had turned the opposite of lazy
Thinking past the moment
Ought to have included
Tea and things better than tea
Apprenticeship
Shoulder to shoulder
They contaminated ignorance
Painted washable blue
To replicate these feathers drifting from the sky
It was an agreeable day
Pollution from the radio and TV accumulated
On a low to middle scale
The older of two sources of attention
Told the younger not to fear
They went on being what they were for years
Until the roles tipped over on their sides
Within an Atmosphere
They sat in close
To the imagined fireplace
With an untouched Sunday
Paper stacked before them
Someone may have been in line
To bring them coffee
And some almond shavings
Spritzed across a pair of
Tugboat-sized pastries,
The two of them sitting there
Did not exactly talk
They seemed willing to wait
A whole morning
To be gone before starting
A single thing
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