At Sevier ParkOn my back Under yellow trees (When was the last time?) I watch the quivering tops draw Lines in the clouds and imagine myself Swaying shadowless in yellow and blue Clutching branches and twigs Scared to death Not of the height But that I might Not everAt Sevier Park
Get back down
Following a Spring DownpourThe softness of spring breezes Reviving treetops, eyelashes,Following a Spring Downpour
blood.........................bending bee-heavy blossoms to disappear
in tall grass
This warmth that moves Clouds and hanging sheets And shadows Is more comforting Than any mother's Touch
EncounterI fly by him on my bike Level with the sun's face In his yard all is stillEncounter
Except waking leaves And me and His dark and calloused hand waving
I'll plow through morning wind to work He'll finish moving earth Composing colors in the green
Tomorrow when I spill past He may be invisible like God
Above the caladiums His flaming irises
Will sway
And unashamed I'll wave back
CircumstanceNow as you're still young Possessing most of your innocence Your eyes of stone Are even more unsettlingCircumstance
When I watch you walk
Small feet among the clover blossoms kicking at bees I wonder
At your forced duality At the nature of circumstance And what my God Thinks about your future
Stillbirth-Delaywarm winds ignite the spark of life, twisting on this matchstick small fires spread in supple tinder gutting these condemned structures self-delusion-destruction is perfume in jasmine and lavender last breaths this deity spilling from jagged lines (so thick like olive oil, like vitriol) to reign down upon vagrant concrete the wilted rose petals, those dischordant- shaking limbs of this (un)holy flower who's season of change has finally come to wither it all like moth-eaten silkStillbirth-Delay
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