A life painted in Sage and Lush;
Suspended, sprained,
a weathered anchor to Argo
How many variables does this
experiment have?
It's taken the virginity of all Hope
All the klieg lights are dimming,
cones of canary
to dandelion and medallion
The insects, once gathered in the yield,
flutter independent;
absolving all the absorption to the luster
Remember when we believed
if we long stood, bathed in those lights,
Might our shadows burn to the pavement?
When winter put the rosy color
in your cheeks.
Those east winds are more jagged than most
Now, only biting rosy ulcers
in your cheeks,
Grinding the brawn between your teeth
As the coat tapers from your spine
it feels a weight
still consistent and buttoned
The bareness found in the burden,
sap in stock
is taking the virginity of all Hope