A
ghazal by Werner Reichhold
Learning     from every blouse    more florescence
off their features    adumbration    where I left this June

magnetized    the straw of which we build a hill    motionless
a shape of berries    as ripening learns through them

hot and cold learning   inside the age of iron
the broom tossed around    my phrase reaching dirt

hours    because they learn    lightened along a column
or yes     preceding you inside     diagonal

from my own pencil sharpener's weakness     I learned
and took the ebb tide to bridge wave-line after walk-line

a whistle    others' slow learning by the mill of their minds
in a windy terminal    and mannequins out in the clearing

everything a house fly    opal wings   not manicured
as I learn through binoculars    close at the edge in a play

does  oh mended please  measures     mouths redeeming
that cry    where we as learners    join an actor's soft palate

one for many husks     anchored   crucial to an affiliation
not teachable     aflutter     not laid linear    on a tongue.
A ghazal by Jane Reichhold.
A ghazal by Rick Slottow.