Thursday, April 18, 2013

Boreas











velvet-elvis parting
to the accompaniment of cellos & a north wind  . . .
feathered things roost amongst snow & cedar
as curly-willow-green begs for mercy
feel the rip of hours
feel the walls of isolation
and
regret no more
sorrow lies in the hollowed & hallowed places
sun will come
the binding forgiveness of fear will follow
sun
will
come  . . .

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