I am not this ugly land in the desert la mesa wish a swept-godded-lead hand with levelings of purpling and juices squeezed in inbetween as the the sun is screaming "me" yellow in the dark....like us.
Like Daddy useta be.
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Snakes were everywhere and us picked them up and pet them "trust"-- they were green and lustily hungry for the sweet tree frogs like the turtles, like the thrust of the sparking mosquitoes dying in our stupid jars as if, as if, we would go far upon the path of our deathless dots in dying of breathless needs of wonder in the dark.
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I am not this ugly land I am not the greedy hand covering the jar of more needy needy spark and you're the last of my love anyway-- dots in dying of breathless needs of wonder as a lark in the desert of mesa where we used to touch
yellow flashes in the dark like my daddy useta be: trusted and nobility with his edge of sword for me
cutting slices of the end in sliver's kissing silver reeds by the water's edge
Agreeing with the previous reply 'card' lady K, this one will find a special shelf spot in 'my favorites' library. You outdid yourself this time, serene sister. BTW, you did write it for moi, right????
"it's always something..." roseanna roseannadanna
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA
I never read this before, and if there was ever a reason you need to get a "book" made for even yourself, this is it.
You dear K, are sincerely the most valuable diamond I have ever seen or read, there are so many facets, and layers to you. This is what makes your poetry so different, and wonderful! Like Daddy used to do, you plant the seeds of beauty in your words.