Judith Skillman Biography

Tasted, smelled, rising from hot asphalt, sweet rain
in the street where a man works on his camper in the rain.

Like desire, felt less often now we are old, the joint pain
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To scissor the palm from an azure sky
men come, holding blades, unlikely
Machete taken from a drug lord whose luck
Fell when the tunnel entrance,
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'L'heure vert' in French equals, roughly, Happy Hour

One to go and workday's finished,
smudged like droplets against
the window. Who else craves anise-
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Like pain it came and left by halves
and now mostly it stays on,
a boarder too poor to leave.
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Too much to ascribe
to the heavy air
circulating false tropics,
yet more comers
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