Thursday, May 18, 2006

the lost, drowned pine

ropes,
i am ageing
eglantine and
spirit.
furthermost
i reach you,
spindle, wood,
lake palm
upper thigh.
bridged between
daylight,
off set by a
whirlwind, soon
escape, perhaps
elevated,
drugged special,we
break flowers
and
die.

2 comments:

Tom said...

i love this rhythm

bereweber said...

yes! the rhytm
it is like gears meshing
and always so heartfelt