Member Rara Avis
Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass
Back To Back
Under this kaleidoscope of crows and clouds,
back to back in a blather of winter sticks and weeds,
this field in which we are alone.
Your voice almost a comfort,
back to back, wind jerking at the words as we stand trading
our faces for a thread of safety and a little warmth.
You see the darkness at the treeline,
back to back, I see dark, treeline, sticks and weeds,
your voice, the jerking wind, the words, the crows, clouds.
If we could run, could each run
back to back, two parting hemispheres toward the treeline
and what between? Move closer at the thought.
Twin shells, a single nameless formless creature holding
back to back in this field, this winter sticks and weeds
jerking wind kaleidoscope of crows and clouds.