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My thoughts, drowning…
until I can’t remember them.
Dead in a darkness, I can’t retrieve.
So many times this happens.
I stand silent, overwhelmed and frustrated.
Falling and there is no stopping it.
While my body betrays me with a heavy anchor,
the angel waits… playing a harmonica. Weird.
I thought I would hear a harpsichord or trumpet.
As my time comes closer to the end, with my
head in a book, I dream to start over again.
The sky, gray and commanding, wants me
to look at it. Then it changes to blue then green.
A force of nature with a sense of humor.
Floating towards the clouds, I’ll take your hand, dear angel.
With one touch the mystery will not be important.
Transformed, right then, I will remember everything.
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Gloria Mindock is the author of three full-length collections, Blood Soaked Dresses (Ibbetson Street, 2007), Nothing Divine Here (U Soku Stampa, Montenegro, 2009), and At the Heaven’s Gates, translated into Romanian by Flavia Cosma (Cogito Press, Romania, 2009). She is editor of Cervena Barva Press, the Istanbul Literary Review and has been published in numerous journals including UNU: Revista De Cultura and Citadela in Romania, Arabesques, Poesia, Phoebe, Poet Lore, Blackbox, River Styx, Bogg, Ibbetson Street, and WHLR.
She has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, St. Butolph Award, and was
a recipient of a fellowship from the Somerville Arts Council.
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