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| image by Edward Rinaldi © |
I would then crawl the broken glass mandalas
(this new me, this empty me)
I was an old fashioned
young and selfish,
the garden would claim
she said something like
"this is it"...and
there we were
waving goodbye
through a chain link fence
the pine lined driveway
was where we began
it led to the pool house
where everything we were
was now between us becoming
nothing left to be said
we were just
two bodies, silent
in waiting form
wanting what
I thought
we still had had
a blindness
in each other
an absolution
a way
a separation
anxious
or at least
I was
this way
crowded with
lies to myself
always swearing
truth is unknown
in times like these
I became
an animal mouth
the beginnings
of words
the rhythm
of a breath
music I had clearly hoped
I would never have to dance to
my exhales
became instruments
heavy bends and me
windward-ly, I tried to beat clocks
leaning backwards
drift pulsed into the scars
of Winter left on the fields
ravenous sirens burning
me to bear witness
the Spring was
calling to the land
this always reminded me
to be waiting the wades
for exits and entrances
one never knew when
they were ever going to be
apart from a part of thee
gathered sticks were piled
became early layman street signs
to plow, till and rake
painting aches in the loam
traffic lines for my lives
I knew
I was seedy
another young lover
not recognizing
I had lost my bloom
I was not
nearly ready
to turn over
a new leaf
not nearly ready
to die
and be born again
any time soon
EJR ©
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