Jenny Kalahar Biography

a butterfly in neon gas
flashing candied colors
breathing that which
exhaling that which
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I missed it all
The whole darned thing is over and done
I had sat there in the front row, facing the simple coffin
And I let it go and pass and end
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In afterlife will I see the King
with outstretched arms to me
Or will I sail a ship alone
across tawny sands of memories
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Like a blobfish without soulful eyes
more orange than white, this pumpkin
takes over my garden
its ridges uneven
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There is more than a rippled pane of tinted glass
between air I exhale
and the world I used to live in
under the tree of my childhood on tire swing
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