aliveness
this movement
of desire
without a story
or teller
still this
together
investigating chicory
and lace –
to make sense
or tell the truth
pines
tickle the sky
your weightless shadow
an arrow –
elongate in me
Woodie Guthrie verse
like smoke rising
free of the fires
starting it
all
silence
of mountain tops
casting spells of stars
making love
on every summit
missing
acacia perfume
on the Mara's exhale
simple language
of wild calla lilies
vespers
roadside corn
roasted with lime
smoke in my eyes –
my lovesick lips
remembering our red earth
rising from the rift
in the breast
of Earth
I am buried
flowers wilting
towards an old
name
yellow leaf moon
a rising fevered dream
of you
my bosom large
and hard even in death
a prayer still on my lips
white pines
leaning against
my destiny
this cathedral
in the clearing
this barren shell
of a home
lying
in the wake of pines
wanting
what teems in you
poem and prayer
shaking
what is restless
and bookish
waiting
the jump
cinders
and this recovery
from fiction
one day I will end
as a red woman and become
an Acacia
love bound in echoes
cardinals call and respond
red burns through
overlapping coos
mourning falling
an interruption of dawn
one part harmony
one part peace
daisies
summer soft
wilds –
such mercy
going down
this citron sanctuary – this
ever burning lantern
against wind's final moan –
I take the resplendent trail
as tongue into the mouth
of God's own throat
such wild love
lake blue hands holding light –
roadside chicory
tiger lilies
taller than I remember
sometimes easy sometimes wild
sway towards summer
horizons
broken glass
catching light
on this brief road
into September –
love anyway
summer solstice –
rigid things
turn golden
these birdsong notes
tended as flowers
until August
tipping open throats
toward a sealed invitation –
June starlight
slow rain
washing riddles
from pebbles and stone –
the unhealed grows
with impatience
