Gardening
Samedi, 4 janvier 2025
Delta flight to Atlanta
dreams float heavy on planes’ wings.
I wonder what still earth would bring.
Petals get swept up so easily in the wind.
And I throw the flowers I bought for you in the bin.
nature abhors a void
your cold flush- my warm parlor- love on steroids-
I feel like a collector of torture
Divine pleasure, making you worthier.
do you love me? Do you love me?
Never fun to nip in the bud, what were we.
I suppose underneath the bed of blooms-
for hurt, betrayal, want, warmth, there was room.
wind blows fast in the forest of stone-
I see our reflection- Zephyr moans
what did it mean to find a rose?
What to do when it blows?
I guess you go and plant it-
You and me, the garden, can’t it?
Adam and Eve, original sinning
And the sun that lights your eyes is dimming.
Thank you for putting down a flower
And for an hour, thought about our bower.
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to build you a castle
Samedi, 4 janvier 2025
Delta flight to Atlanta
we walked among the willows, by the water
light gleamed- eyes, hapless! caught her
you. sparkling as silver in the sun
and the gentle stream flowed on, to run.
“Build me a castle, I’ll be waiting-"
I measured every inch, fateing
I began with the earth
Transforming heath into hearth
Hewed masonry bigger than men
Harnessed wind for the den
I carved a grand staircase
Thinking of your steps, and a smile on your face.
So I made us a table
could not we finally eat as we’re able?
So I made us a bed-
waiting for you to be wed.
towers touching the sky
mirrors for you to cry
rugs the size of fields-
by the tools I wield
Azay-le-rideau, Chambord, Chenonceau
This was my dream,
When I woke- the post card fell from my head.
I knew what it means.
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coming of the day
Samedi, 4 janvier 2024
Delta flight to Atlanta
the sun rose slowly on the airport
and your face was steamy with dew.
winters eternity is never short
It takes strength to love you
Walking away meant walking back-
Grasping, clenching, tensing
To when you were the one I lacked.
I climbed the mountain for you- there was nothing-
except for all the peace
I needed when we met
So we could love, and not cease
When snow melts and streams get wet.
hate isn’t hard-
crush, grind, diminish.
Now that you are so far
I never- all of you- us- wanted finished.
So I walked on my way
Without the one who dared the dark.
What a bright sunny day
at dawn, who sings but the lark?
the light burns faces worn
I don’t know how to mourn.