enough of me

The need to burn
to give the daemons some sky
in order to move past this grateful-stasis spot

shift to saffron's affirmation
oh!
trinity lineage be damned
experts at divine expectation and divinity rising
all the while distilling emotions
for song & mournful moon-dancing 

reformation & academics
god trumps all things human
here is my confessional:

spark the tinder …..  burn

September

when i die 

i will 

     become purple 

     the purple of an iris .... johnny-jump-ups & hyacinths 

     the purple thread of swooshy clouds at twilight over the Platte River 

     the purple feathers of a Costa hummingbird 

when i die i will become blue 

    morning sky blue 

    after rain blue 

    September blue sky blue 

i will be blue 

when i die Oo to be green!

     the green of trees that line a river bed 

     verdant fields waiting for someone to take notice & dance 

when i die i will become a dream 

       a dream that leaves you too soon