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Zmitrium oxide

Zmitrium oxide

And here you hide
behind your rust
the slow corrosion staining
all you touch.
Your death streaks ochre tears.

I thought of you as golden lust,
pure, flexible, yet only holding to yourself.
You've found another lover
(was I ever good enough?)
and now embrace
her corrosive kiss.
Your face flakes off
in rainbow colored dust
to wash away beneath these common rocks.

O Zmitri, friable friend,
I'd fling your essence to the furnace of the sun,
eluviate with flux,
remove the dross,
leaving just the golden purity
of what once was.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.79] 2008-05-25

ME:

I made it home before the storms last night. Bad storms southeast of us put on quite the show and sprinkled us for a moment or two.

Called a friend this morning and he answered the phone! Unfortunately, I wasn't exactly awake and was surprised when he answered (I usually get the machine). Why can't everyone just be available at 2 a.m. when I'm awake.

Watched most of the movie "Butterfield 8". Must finish tonight.

Today, I got to the university. Read a book of valentines that poet Ted Kooser sent out yearly. Got some ideas ... Then ate my unagi, so I'm happy.

WRITING:

Have a lot of editing to do. I'm up to #103 for the year, so not too far behind. Must catch up on entering here: "Poetic journal Year 165 B.E."  before I don't have extra time due to moving and everything that must be done before then.

Kansas: 87º and sunny after nighttime storms. ** Image ID #1329288 Unavailable **

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