un
amore lacrimoso con semi abbandonati, volendo
do
you shed tears
do
you tear time
do
you ground life
from
each calendar past
do
you swing
chance
to chance
twisting
thought and missives
into
hand to hand combat
of
perception and feel
as
Winter begins
in the northern forests
and
another year ends
with
garland in rivers
the
wrung weight
of
doors ask why
we
have hinges and bells
why
we string hollows
and
not remember them
in
the songs we hum
or
whistle perhaps
when
we are in the kitchen
readying
a cup of tea or coffee
or
somewhere aloft
curling
our legs under our laps
ready
to read a book
with
its dust jacket
and
dog ears
every portal key
knows our
laugh
despite never
listening
music
and art is why
we
strive day to day
why
we stand for hours
listening
to the bare arms
of
sentinel trees making off
with
the sky in overtures
of scratches and bough creaks
fire
says life is alive
is
the hearth nearby
the
chirp crackled teapot
steaming
in hisses
as
we kiss wishes
against
the frost
leaned
wombs a-listening
we are glistening
in anticipation
and white veils
for the ways we breathe
when
we wail plaintively
for
the beauty inside us
to burn bright
when
we die for love
when
we are willing enough
to
have our souls grow
into
someone else’s wings
we become the notes
that
play beyond the harmonies
we
manage to read or write down
in tiny fragmented melodies
in
every passage we take
the
true north
of
our hearts
graces
us to where
our
eyes and nose have
all
the kind pieces
of
our humanity
ready
to be sewn back
onto
deep desire for Spring
ready
for roots
for
wind and the rain
ready
for the other side
of
the cry of glass, again
EJR
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