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Recollecting Tranquility 1. remember when the Holy Ghost was less so it rained so long I forgot the way yellow wind sways the easiness of pine where first Robinson kissed a blade of grass where two and two add up to naught the mad eat messy fruit from plastic bowls and then the last petal shudders, drops his broken laugh stayed long after the rest of him was gone lovers turned cartwheels into the fire the hidden innocent watched from beyond the estuary he kissed the shadow's lips and fled 2.
It’s raining leaves and rain. Pouring. Wild things crawl through cracks and vents to nest and store. Our haven is theirs. I check the traps and hope they stay empty. I‘ve had enough religion and philosophy, pray the tiny teeth and claws within the walls don’t bite through wires to cause another fire. 3. Sliced open night. We reach in, pull out ten thousand wings, broken, fallen. Burnt fields grow wild. All day we deadhead sorrow. Oh Mother let me kiss the insole of your knowing. Webs stretched catch unsung hymns. In treetops bowed, waxwings feed. Bagworms sway like Chinese lanterns. Locust stand down the hush, won't stop their singing. We turn the TV up. Still, they wing closer. A warning we learn to trust, ignore. Next time we love, we hesitate. What world is this? What engines whir inside the night? Children wake in other rooms. My hand across your mouth. CommentsComments are closed.
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