Wednesday, April 24, 2013

the density of April














somedays, legs dangle blue-bare over edges worn & tempting 
skin that looks parched of tenderness and youth 
not my own ....
bones broken
and 
breadcrumbed to the precipice 
with some wild half-remembered call to 
rest 
there .... legs dangle 
inadequacy tugs 
at
expectation & light 
the pull to slide off ....
slide 
off ......
surrender to the white weariness 
is
bitterroot magnetic .... 
tastes of 
lime 
and 
brick 
slide ..... 
arms stretched overhead to gods & birds 
slide .... 
the dust of days breezed & swept away by the rushing downward fact of gravity tested as the slide is remembered and that decision turned to whimsies regret 
eyes closed mason-jar-tight against impact 
lime and brick and air and falling 
lime and brick and air and falling 
eyes 
open 
to 
warmth 
and 
the 
feathered forgiveness of the sun 

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