sep 2013

sep 2013

A Poem by McScoop

Winter
(For C.S.)

much as fire
befriends a little brush
and climbs -  from ground, to trunk, 
and last, that branch -
so, too, was I, and am I, and
on those days
busy is a friend
that steps me away.

I lean into the ordinary.
I sink.

but where your face touches me,
where the long full of your arm intersects -
good and tart and sweet
and loved.
all the hours,
the side by side,
the reminding and the full 
and the bleak,
all at once. it's too much. too much.
come back to me.
I want to be 
still 
again.

© 2016 McScoop


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Tightwad, MO



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