there is a frequency coming thru the thinned porcelain berry
pitched to a winter cardinal
north south east west
this wind blows from river to plains
to
mountains west
straight line wired on a midnight promise
bound for boulder canyon on the zephyr train
root me to earth with birdsongs of spring
and the sorrow of finer things
drifts pile pile against the need
for a clean slate
surrender all your shame
here
amongst the debris of storms
and
love
root me
take me
leave me
all the same under a snow promised
pink sky day
