Wednesday, April 20, 2011

TWIN LUSTRA

Perhaps I should have stayed minutes here
Instead of all these years

(I have never had the confidence the fog has
Patched and matted like hair
Seeing the sun coming quick and hot to burn it off)

My bed still knows no man
My voice still does not know the ear
My eyes still do not know the lands
That lay with stillness like books far away

(I have never had the confidence the fog has
Thin and braided like hair
Streaming the trees with silhouettes sharp like scissors)

It was a decade ago
Twin lustra
When I laid by a pond and the smoke reached up
And I thought perhaps I should go

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