What the Muses Leave Behind

Cough me up into the fresh May air re-purpose me, I'll sprout with the mast, and rise again hunched over but taking shelter in a green heart under a gray girdle.  

Let’s walk  so eyes on the ruby may find a new heart among the mercy of wildflowers and every breath comes home. Make it shit! Let’s walk  so stories can wrap like Navajo blankets around the disappearing wisdom of this broken clan and country. Hug the bitch! Let’s walk  until we sigh soul deep in thunderstorms and snow turning blue with glacial melt leaving Greenland and Peru . I’m fine and you? Let’s walk  and trade one billion people for a mantle thick in kin vegetable, mineral, animal, mother peace skin. Shit bitch, how fine!