BARBARA JOAN TIGER BASS

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blue pearl

Published by Barbara Joan Tiger Bass on February 9, 2021February 9, 2021


floats out but not
as the little man other
caretakers saw standing
in the mirror above the metal
sink late at night

the last breath, or rasp
bile heaved dark and acrid
the end

later, good death
Muktananda’s impression
blue wool cap in hand
image of dance, out
breath stilled

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