hot wax and bell, near as I can tell ...................................................... you burned me, poem scarred ...................................................... down by the river many lifetimes ago ................................................

photo by Edward Rinaldi

dollop 
scallop 
bellow 
billow 
here, there are 
certain leaves 
in the rain 
that tremble 
and shake 
with pain 
it seems 
they eat 
all our 
exhales ...

little velvet bells that tells it 
the way anger does too 
reflection, parody 
soup, prayer 
and the recipe\s 
in our reflections ...

we followed 
scented loam trails  
mountains to the sea 
climbed back to the sky 
staged ritual adherence(s) 
adhesive longings from those times 
when we did anything we could
to stick to what we could see 
of ourselves when near 
the water's edge ...

EJR ©