de-glazing for one
I've bowled and served
my regard to eat
as
if my hunger
were
oars
in deep waters
tilling every skin
of its desire
the
sticky air outside
wants
to get in as if
humidity
is a bridge
in
the gloaming
out
there wanting
for
a wish or two
to
escape the din
of crickets
in kept cages
and lucky
strike boxes
cuffed in the bustle
of seeing time squared
on a coat
checked
ticket in my
shirt pocket
that assures me
my fortune
is
tied to my faith
of
purpose in this
whistle
stop river town
ghost
coal hulls
slake
along
the
river’s moorings
quietly
gathering pieces
of
every memory
in my exhales while
September
is bleeding
the
ancient symphonies
of
needing more
wool
more wood
more
seed more
flesh
inside
the
glass jars
I’ve
wax sealed
and put away
for
the snowy days
in
the pantry store
behind
the kitchen
and I am at the
table
with one chair
and a
candle lit
as the last of
Summer
is adrift and coming in
as a late leaning waft
over the
window sill
and just beyond
the curtain billow
a saucier lingers
glazed
in a savory fond
that
says this meal
with a glass of wine
was
meant to leave
you
here reaching
back
out to where
the
song of tomorrow
is a sauce, waiting
in that pan
over
there
on
the stove top
for some of
that wine too
EJR
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