winter pirate

 

 

 

Blackberry bushes often grow sloped where the sun is greatest

on the side with thorns.

In other words, father no

children until you learn

to say and say, always.

When your globular masses,

with shaded portions,

can sound like a horn;

can be hidden in behive

or belly, shade of a tooth,

or make triangles at any height.

 

we tried again to sit and talk

but the silver-white surfeit of

your sweet hair, turned burgundy

with your loot.

We used to hold eachhothers

hands until our sweat turned to

ash.

Now, me whispering, is just

your consumption of fuel/

Jan. was when our light

was small fires;

whatever happens between us

happened while we froze.

How else to hold down the

soul crystals;

the hell of fame and dance.

On the tuft of bunch-grass

we could love.

 

I believe the world can be the color of bear clusters,

hard browns or the same sound , protuberance,

as the green provisions of leaf.

I believe in me as staged, dark panic,

the bund for the flow of a river.

 

and me and you as miracle.

But the lake is blind to miracles.

 

Reviews

[sienikeha]

"eathothers" ..eachothers. otherwise -- elegant, lovely. : )

[Emily B]

blackberries. almost time to pick the little miracles again.