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Dora listens to the sea
chisel away the wall of her skin
from inside her body.

She feels the disorientation
of psychotropic drugs
when she watches the sun set.

Dora covers her mattress
in fresh pine needles
and the threads of a very old story.

She locates the red tide of war
as a spray at the beach
and captures it in a snuff box.

Dora sees the darkened marks
upon her skin and knows
they are fossils of a forgotten age.

She rain-barrels a hurricane
to brine the forest she pickles
and stores in a clay pot.

Dora blends into the background
so she cannot be seen,
but remains present

as an odor that seems familiar,
sweet, that channels nerves
to fire the passions.

Dora holds the ice sheet together
as she sucks airborne carbon
into her lungs

and exhales a black pearl
into the darkest night
that caches the moon’s gibbous light.

© Kenneth P Gurney 2013

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Kenneth P. Gurney lives in Albuquerque, NM, USA with his beloved Dianne.  He emcees the Adobe Walls open mic at Page One Books.  His latest collection of poems is Curvature of a Fluid Spine.  To learn more visit  http://www.kpgurney.me/Poet/Welcome.html

This is a beautiful piece from Kenneth Gurney. Seen from the viewpoint of the dreamer and poet, Kenneth draws us into Dora’s world, which is one of hidden meanings and fantastic allusions. A comment on the nature of the outsider, this is an observational piece which really treats the subject matter with the utmost sense of poetic license. A piece which peeks into the private world of a pure soul, with a sense of connection to something otherworldly. Worth more than just one read.

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