Sunday, June 12, 2011

magic

do you dream in rain?
or in flowerformed colors
made to shake the rain from
the pivoting of soaked palm fronds
dancing in the wind?
is it spoken with forgotten tongues?
nuzzled or danced or sung?
hardly begun,
cryptic and
illogical
and wept through canyons
that transform you into
something limitless...?
or never over?  aching unending that
crisscrosses your body,
until our ancient hands envelope the globe,
making a sail with curling fingers.

dovetail love into figures of infinity,
candlelight and soda straws strewn
in the wide-open country,
an offering to hawks, to insects and air


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