by Susan S. Keiser
When you return to a place,
(if you ever called it home)
arrive after dark
and travel incognito.
It's better that way,
to slip into the past alone,
inverted pyramids shook free.
They will find you
with their question marks
much sooner than you think.
Trap moonlight in your skirts
while there is still time
for silver to pool
in a bowl of lap and legs
and wander the curve of night.
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I liked this poem but didn't know why so I went into the archives and read the other three poems the author has published at The Camel Saloon. I liked those poems, too, but likewise didn't know why. But all four poems, read alone or together, are enough to make me watch for the name of Susan S. Keiser in the future.
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