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  Lynn Strongin
   
     

Keesia feels her language leaving.

One word a day:
“Muffin”  she reaches for a beige cloud   a cream one.
What is the word?        “Crumpet? Bagel?”
there goes another      sky toughening to old grey string:
O heart thing:
an October leaf           Time, thief of brainwaves:
her main love
An encephalogram forms against heaven:

first snowflake hums, spins turn        into
thorn stabbing:
feather inches from earth floating .
 
*
 
I’m leaving             Brainwaves charting;
Beloved Englishwoman:

It isn’t far from the edge:
a stern Jesus holds an even sterner baby
echo mirror  of him

Before  immense struggle descends               
both arms on fire       spread          forecast of crucifixion:
to transcend
apprehend

        what word cannot cite
        nor tongue.

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