It’s all happening
She sparks the dark with her key
She makes the world go when she drives
Behold
A bird’s now or never
I deem to see
the fear in your eye
and your wish to fly
but when I open you die
to stay.
In the one long season
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
Pensive
Sideways Flames
(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.
Fledgling grief
Slender stalk
and greeny leaf,
a morning brief
in a weary yard
Where’d you go?
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