Monday, November 7, 2016

drought

indigo dipped
forgotten fragility in buffalo flannel
tucked and tattered to the nines
I am awake now
eviscerated by Bosch dreams serpentined & threaded blue
Who was I before this day?
How did I relinquish myself to the whims of weather
and men...
Who was I before you?
Is there a before, or merely an after ... and
where is the river to our place behind love's door
indigo dipped
The wind is stilled for now
for now
Fuck the wind and the weight of grain and golden sun
I am born ruby apple delicious and
complete
and empty
Yes,
Empty
except for the particles of history and
love
Love
Ah, the wind ...
put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day 
moments like these gleam with drala
and
Wind
Raining now ...
Miraculous how that changes
everything



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