Thursday, May 29, 2014

the line

disarm me with your Sangre de Cristo attentions
divine connection
threaded in azure across miles & miles & miles
knowing comes without beckoning
forgiveness vessel'd in some seasoned understanding
hanging as it does here upon the cusp of summer
hanging as it does upon the memory of your hands
beauty locked in the acceptance of distance
to the
horizon line
perhaps not so much
tender comes the high plains light
easy the moments

hello sweet night