Breath’s Burden
Where Sweetgum falls and
feet fail to trudge between thistle and weed,
Yellow roses with scent of
Red’s,
Blue Bells and Coltsfoot,
here the spotted thorn lay bloomed where lined hands welcome.
Out beyond the cry of skyline,
the reach of golden chord -static and pristine-
the junction of worlds,
blessed, onramps and Oreo Cows,
blades and bade for
caramel dirt and what was worth.
Weighted among stretch of
sky,
Candytufts and
Snapdragons.
Passed the trickle of
stream, drawn shade of lid,
ninety-degree Daisies and
Snowdrops alike, soft and stuffy Water Lilies.
Beyond reach of lung and
budding tongue, blue -or maybe not- iris,
pinpoint pupil but maybe I’m
missing the point,
draped in fancy frills and
marble shards,
draped in pollen and
blemish
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