When the end shows face, what
would or could he say?
When the wind tears trees
hundred-year rooted in thick,
fertile soil hot-lit by an
erupting sun—what does
he say then? Could he process
the light, the colors, the heightened
senses, awake again, alive,
back from Catatonia.
could he see me the way i deserve
to be seen in a pale-white/tan hue
& linen & perfect & perfect & perfect &
perfect
Asphalt is on fire and
beauty becomes the source of
light for the dark rooms and
undusted corners of his brain.
When the ends shows face,
he could say yes. Yes.