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Poems by Keith Nunes


Keith Nunes

Published on
page 26 of Tarot #3
(Dec 2021)

She’s a student
Of the ticking watch
                  that has lost all sense of time
The singular pulse                         that’s mass-produced
The kettle as a drum
The coupling click-clack of a train making connections

She hears shadows stretching through the day
The sun flaming, the dawn fanning out

She can hear you                       whisper to whispers
The creasing of a face
Stars roaring to a conclusion

She can hear a bird latch onto the wind
                                                      hears it land

Memorial domain

Keith Nunes

Published on
page 26 of Tarot #3
(Dec 2021)

A slab of marble memories rises
                                                        Patiently, heavily from a
                                                       Quaking emerald hill,

Paths like rope curl around                                          A basket of mysteries
Laid evenly for the shoe, the boot,

When the clouds dilute and disperse and
Our big star has clear sight of us
People in pairs, people with their picnics

Watching the middle distance where
Sails skim over the
                                          Shards-of-glass glistening sea,

A young man re-reads his great-grandfather’s name,
Runs a finger over the engraved print,
                                                                                      Steps back,
                                                                                      Throws a frisbee for his dog