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Growing Older

By Josh Naftel

He steps
across the threshold,
hangs up the heavy overcoat,
and walks into the well-lit room
with its windows wide and clear
and its many doors unlocked

 

Billie Holiday Sings To Me

By Josh Naftel

Rock stars lost to mid-song on the stucco wall
distant voids interposed
by blackness more,
windows flood the room with it to steep the ground
betray the way--
gauntlet of waiting shapes to light switch,
though my sapphire blanket
measures head to toe in onyx.

But gliding through
on tufts of blue
she croons
and silently subdues;
I see only
sweet caramel melody,
"Them there eyes"...
gentle drops weigh lids
unto a softer night.

unaftj00@mcl.ucsb.edu


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