Saturday, May 31, 2008

Invitation

Ether of calm
in the summer’s soft
yolk, I’ve known shadows
and freshly killed customs
walked among panthers and seasons.
I’ve known hope
its idiot coals
and followed their rivals
those dark wicker jackals.

Stood among years
in a fringe of
nervy lightning -
constructed worlds
from the tea of
that dissonance.
I’ve launched ribbons
too ripe for sleeping,
split rotten gardens
and slept conveniently inside.

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