Thursday, January 17, 2013

Cedar & Sage


Define the word – besotted.

They promised next year,
the Year of the snake,
to be agile and open.

They promised to relax,
cheek to shoulder,
adrift the San Juan.

On desert currents, breath weaving breath,
they would become an oasis;
island of reed and pitch.

There!

Sage wears fists of turquoise:
one for patience,
one for hope.


The jungle is everywhere
and she frets about
forgetting this moment.

Forgetting is like
a fox chasing chickens -
dreamers scatter.

Cedar chases frontier along granite walls,
expects to feel embarrassed;
already love has stripped them down.

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