She cannot erase the images burned on her soul.
She remains quiet, her memories shake her to the core.
Can she forget to remember?
The pain takes hold and the anger remains.
Like a bitter remnant she thinks has gone far away.
Come to find out it is near not elsewhere.
In her mind, the tantalizing thoughts echo.
She won't try to justify the sin or live unrepentant.
Her soul like a scissortail perched on a Highline wire.
She is flightless despite knowing how to fly.
There is an eager expectant energy she cannot deny.
Her tail keeps her balanced with such grace.
Her wisdom is found in this place.
A wild abandon saturated with untapped potential.
Time is not running out. Intimacy is in her control.
She learned to cope with the worst rejection
Grown in definition defined by dissertation.
Innocence is fleeting, stolen in the blink of an eye.
Relationships are all we have when we die.
Can she forget to remember?

I see Spring now. tipping green sprouts into grey days, as April showers
and May dips a towheaded Sun above the brisk humidity of a strange tangle
of Seasons… spooning in the dark at midday.
I see Spring now, lilting in the underbrush; fetching imminent spoils
as fairy rings and bluegrass tango in the corrugated lawns
of our fathers.
a wealth of exchange is bilking the dam for all its girth. an ocean of tomorrows
with midges and scissortail cleaving the blue with sharp beaks
and black eyes like a shy Luger
on a hip.

The Oklahoma beach is a creek.
with crawdads and snapping turtles
hissing at a Halen Van, parked on a soft curb
in the sticks, full of too much fun
and an off-road.

too few ***** toads
and scissortail’s
to remember
both