poem 3 2017

April 3, 2017 § Leave a comment

as I’ve done in past years this one was composed at the case…not written out ahead of time and set, but composed as it was being set…


it was like honest is

and the early morning’s bird calling to the sun
.tender. as the note, given.
the tone languishing & melodious
like a lover’s watchful glance like breath
on my neck before there ever was shape
hewn by your touch



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