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Month 6:2 “Post-Op Dream with Coda”

POST-OP  DREAM  with  CODA

here, countless rooms
of old houses
once mine, endless
hallways and wings
I seek
the least of the least
alcove

here a tiled wall
blue glaze of sails
and windmills …Dutch
Netherlands
fresh towels shawling
a silver rod

here a closet for lamps
cubbies
shades upon shades (bulbs)
upon bulbs)
a cord to save enough
of light

here a gas kitchen
stainless
a pie on a bone-white counter
spotless
glossy colonies of blue
berries

there, a window

out there, a rock garden
early spring clump
oh!
of wild chicory
and over there, stones
on which
old wasps falter

petal by petal
the yellow jackets moult
into golden-veined birds
they cannot fly

All chambers unfurled.

CODA
I peel away
three mini
skin patches
blue
for tracing
heartbeats. 

 

by Tee Zeehan

About poetryaboutart

Therese L. Broderick, MFA, is a freelance poet and teacher residing in Albany, New York, with her husband and daughter.

One response »

  1. Therese:
    I found CODA to be an ending for an opera.
    And saw the walk through the life together until the blue skin patches no longer served.
    An exquisite journey!
    Who is Tee Zeehan again?
    Jeanne Poland

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