Wednesday, February 12, 2014


She goes about pressing plants beneath her step
eyes to the sky pondering her faith in flowers
a cornerstone of heaven
which for her, nowadays
must be outdoors or nowhere at all

There is a hand and heart
silent like embers across the old sea
threaded through twilight and alight
till morning, a glorious time
when dreams are mirthful
and nectarine-light kicks away city shadows

Once, he could touch the long hills of her restless body
and see a soul shimmering beneath his fingertips

(From the book Wilderness & Love)

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