A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
She makes the world go when she drives
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
I’ll kiss the ash from your lips
I’ll turn your soil gone to weed
I’ll rake the sky for light sufficient
I’ll raise you up from bitter need
(For Pieter)
You’re not one for praying
but you lit the candles
when I gave you the coin.
We sat without saying –
it still wasn’t praying –
but the wind was weighing
the hearts it did join.
Slender stalk
and greeny leaf,
a morning brief
in a weary yard