Chris Blexrud
Miami
Of all the solid unrealities
I indulge
there is a palm
rooted deep
before the door
and the white columns
and the room where
your mother smiled
before she got sick
beyond the Spanish tile
and barred windows
the light pours in
and it stays in
what you whispered
there
a crystal secret
that
fell like hail
And I saw it
before it melted
and only I know
the shape of it
I indulge
there is a palm
rooted deep
before the door
and the white columns
and the room where
your mother smiled
before she got sick
beyond the Spanish tile
and barred windows
the light pours in
and it stays in
what you whispered
there
a crystal secret
that
fell like hail
And I saw it
before it melted
and only I know
the shape of it
Biography
Chris Blexrud is an editor and writer living in New Orleans. He has a spiritual connection with his French press.
