Tuesday, November 22, 2022

I know these things

the snap of the wind
       like wings in the air
sunrise like a bindi
       in the swirling city
the poems thinning
       with use and age
how trees tremble
       with each breath
why desire runs
       direct as locusts
returning to me 
       in folds of fear

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Note: It was already an introspective, introverted day. Then I saw Tamir Rice's photo in a commemorative piece... our world doesn't make sense.

2 comments:

StephLove said...

I like the bindi image and the ending.

For some reason, it reminds me of this Robin Holcomb song, especially the stanza that starts "Remember the light."

https://www.stlyrics.com/songs/r/robinholcomb70374/waltz2718608.html

maya said...


Oooh--really enjoyed the song! Thanks, Steph!

simply

A cold day, but beautiful.  Walks with some of my favorite people: L, Big A,  me... Pic: An icy Red Cedar River