the sun beats
loose fence stakes into
the ground
and I kiss each ray
as if it were
my own child
the sky rains down
a corpse of butterflied
snow
its wings—
a brace
to bend my
broken legs straight
my love
begins to crawl
setting the dry
snow aflame
burning patterns
in the mandala
snowfall
sun’s flame
whips its invisible
lion
snow lets the
growl pass through
and my bones
cackle
setting straight
the image of
sunny snowfall
this sunday
morning
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
the sun beats
loose fence stakes into
the ground
and I kiss each ray
as if it were
my own child
the sky rains down
a corpse of butterflied
snow
its wings—
a brace
to bend my
broken legs straight
my love
begins to crawl
setting the dry
snow aflame
burning patterns
in the mandala
snowfall
sun’s flame
whips its invisible
lion
snow lets the
growl pass through
and my bones
cackle
setting straight
the image of
sunny snowfall
this sunday
morning
