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"Urban Fog"
The dense fog
of concrete
everywhere
underfoot, in this place
where the green organs
of the
breathing
Earth
grow tired and give
birth in odd spaces.
And where
within my own slow
resistance
something wants to grow,
a thrust
beside dried Ginkgo leaf
the force
of breath, the hours
turning
over on themselves,
while fists open,
releasing
gray weight.
"With Furious Gravity"
She wanted to kiss the soft dog,
To curve her arms in cool embrace,
Confine the urban nomad gently.
Her hug would tame the tough animal
She surmised, undaunted by his steel
Blue eyes, wild with hunger and fear.
A dark cloud passed between the girl
And the sun. A cold rain began to fall
With furious gravity, with wet, intention
Soaking the dismal city street with a liquid
Importance, the flow of surprise unleashed
Like the stray, like her heart all frayed.
Her steps were quiet as she lifted them,
As they fell to the floor of the tamarack canoe,
Floating on the river of her own dream
Of escape. She wanted to swing from the overpass,
Collect all the frogs multiplying in her pockets,
Throw a smooth rock far and hard.
"Sound Off"
I watched the news tonight
with the sound off. The man
in the red jacket pointing, pelted
by rain, holding his mic like
an ice cream cone. Rain streaming
sideways with Rita Cat 3 swirling
red in the right-hand corner ready
to strike, no casualties, evacuation
patrolled as patrol car lights
spin and blink like a battle. Water,
wind and fire, live – in real time
three part split view: State of Emergency –
shortages live, as the news night
ticker moved right to left spewing
Katrina’s aftermath victims spliced
with Palermo’s drug abuse, Ruddick’s
win – wind warnings gone. The way
back to the room I’m in, where the
weather is fine at the moment,
just quiet.
The Poetry of Carole Mora
Carole Mora is an avid walker and meditator currently living in Santa
Monica, CA. She finds delight in the written word, theatre, the varied
dimensions and applications of the visual, as well music. She writes
poetry, fiction and creative non-fiction, and is most interested in the way
image animates texts. She loves making home made soup on rainy days.