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Poetry || SubmissionsFive poems by Frances Mancuso DurlerHEAT His fingers dance late into the night on keyboard tapping out latest creation. Later he lies down beside my naked body as I wait for his hand to touch the crevice of my back to turn me around fingers pressing nipples. Instead he reaches into the crinkle of a chip bag then picks up the remote channels dizzily race across TV. I pull blankets up around my chilled body feeling heat rise. LONG WHARF March has called in the clouds to blanket the long wharf where we once stood in Mastic on that blazing August afternoon when the bay iridesced in sunlight and seagulls hovered near eavesdropping on our whispers. August and summer flamed as we held each other, our heat softened only by the sea breeze and watchful eyes of fishermen. March and the weathered wharf bleeds bleak above the opaque bay. A solitary gull perches on a jut and eyes threatening clouds. THE DANCE The shiny vinyl 45 spins 'round and 'round as the diamond needle floats capturing its melody. Held in her father's arms her legs dnagle in mid-air as they twirl around the tiny living room. The needle click clicks ending their dance Her dream . . . STORM Blood red burgundy her dad's favorite. Comfortable chair, Camel cigarette, he sits absorbed in rainstorm's fury. She stands frozen her shadow unseen in doorway. The pounding of her heart drowns in the hammering rain. bolts of lightning pierce the sky. Illuminated in the flash he lifts his glass and drinks the acrid rain. TOWEL All morning I've scrubbed walls, cabinet doors ammonia clean. The scent of April-freshened earth breezes through the open door mingling with pine -- my need to nest as urgent as the birds singing nearby. In the sink I place the towel that last night soaked the seeds of our loving. "We'll plant a garden this spring," he says as I pour Downy into the basin. "Good idea," I answer. Lifting towel -- I watch my possibilities drain. Frances Mancuso Durler has published in many Long Island publications, i.e. Long Island Quarterly, Live Poets Anthology IV and V, Performance Poets Anthology I and II, and other publications. Also will have a poem "A Lilac Blooms in Whitman's Yard" published in the Art Times in the year 2000. Has won a number of poetry awards, NY State Chapter of American Pen Women, and 1995 Westhampton Writers Festival. A native Long Islander, active in local poetry organizations, often a featured reader, presently raising a small flock of Love Birds. You can write to her c/o sanjon@erols.com Ariga: Visions: Poetry: Table of Contents  Table of Contents
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