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Sunday Morning

 

I linger over my cereal,

Newsprint on my fingers, printer’s ink

 

From photo faces of skin and bone,

Grey children on our Times’ front page

 

That I used to wrap the garbage in;

At the sink I wash my bowl and hands

 

And leave for church.

 

 

Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in The Other Side Magazine

 
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Sitting Drunk

 

There in the urban lagoon
You are a sitting drunk

Gabbled to the bar   

Waiting for the sotted-shot

To blast

Through your flapped brain

One more mallard

For the boat tender

 


Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in Word Riot
August 2007

 

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The Feeling of Natural Selection

 

We saw the cow with the afterbirth

                                                hang

                                                ing

                                                from

                                                her

                                                under

                                                side

we searched the pasture
until we found on the selected ground
the small sack
with the calf—

still
born

for

never

 


Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in Word Riot
August 2007

 

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haiku

trembled, jittering
feather caught to the dust splat
on the Chevy windshield

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horse trailer rattles
by curved eucalyptus leaves
that skit in the gutter
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rain water on oil
red and blue swirls on blacktop--
a peacock's feather


Daniel E. Wilcox
Published in The Stylus
Spring 2007

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warped fence boards in sand
lean askew toward green windbreak --
old gnarled cypress
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lines, no white shirts but
birds black in a row clothes-pinned
to the telephone wires


Daniel E. Wilcox
Published in Idlewheel

Fall 2007

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The Wearing

 

My worn bible

Its edges torn

And cover faded

And pages loose

Slipping sideways out

 

My worn soul

Its cover shorn

And edges fleeced

And prayers' refuse

A losing downways doubt

 

My worn faith

The spirit flown

And center hollowed

And beliefs confused

Yet a rising upwards sprout

 

 

Daniel E. Wilcox

Published in La Fenetre

Fall 2007

 

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