Wednesday, September 7, 2016

ode to a place by a river

tangle the thread
watch the indigo bloom
corn gone to seed
'neath the three-quarter moon
sweet pollen of prairie hangs in the night
sticky nostalgia drifts three stars to the right  
tapped, pulled and pressed to pink twilight's burst
tumbled and scattered in dust-motes rehearsed
at once both trapped under yesterday's kiss
and
here in this field under stardust & mist
eyes closed to hold tight the vestige of sensation
eyes open to welcome the electric vibration
here
in the vastness of wide open night
there
pierced & gifted with one promise bright
untangle the thread
smell the coming of rain
lay down in the tall grass ...
remain





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