Thursday, July 28, 2022

the telling


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:

Gillian said...

Cool pic and poem.

StephLove said...

I like the final two lines

maya said...

Thank you, Gillian and StephLove!

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