everyone loves stories, we know
no one can be lonely with them
for their arms stretch both ways
to hold you in: openings endings
their hands can pinch together
the holy ghostly glory of time
so by the time you step back
blue skies are pink-purple-red
& evening is squeezy as a bosom
roomy for whatever comes next
if sun: to show our fiery hearts
if rain: to share forgotten tears
Pic: Bee on thistle; English Garden @MSU.
3 comments:
Cool pic and poem.
I like the final two lines
Thank you, Gillian and StephLove!
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