She'll be the one who stays
who watches the hem haw sky
turn an unusual blue
who upturns the tried true hedges
to stir up the scandal of dirt and underbellies
who lets her life out in the sleeptalk of children
into a local smoke
familiar above the trees
to the flaming sky -
She'll be the one there
seeing the unseen and naming it forgotten things
we scatter in lieu of travel, of inquiry and hunt
she digs and plants and burns piles
under her nose
we lose our senses
while hers grow into one another.
apr 9, 11
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