Crisp incessant smacks across faces
then tears flow deliciously lips
lick my lashes

leaving me only
more lonely than now

She waits in style for moments to gather
her future is wrapped in red sash
or maybe her past
peeks through

There it goes again
on the breeze when suddenly
I drop

Dizzy in spirals
from heights attained glory
repeating some wordy world view

Wouldn’t you?
Coo-ka-choo

Tangled in branches
snarled in the bramble
I scurry to the roar of the falls

Aqueous foam
it’s oxygen-rich here

massive turbulence
magnetic churn of moon tides

I will not
hold on

I will not restrain
the flow

I will plummet headfirst
ride the scree like an aquanaut

I pray to be crushed
under oceans of water
reborn in a niched quiet eddy

on my back in warm sunlight

I croon
with these long extinct birds

Chagall 2015

 

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