say the weather
it is small talk why
even talk about it
The weather is like God
You can protect yourself to a point,
but you always live inside.
Clarification:
i am not a clarifier
nor answerer
just
i am good
and not take me bitterly
as medicine not trusted
nor answerer
just
i am good
and not take me bitterly
as medicine not trusted
The wind is still a friend
The wind is still
a friend blowing through you unmovable
letting you let go
emptying your shoes of blood
opening both your right and your left eye
sow with both hands
your body heavy with dreams
dropping like a cut anchor
Casting
Pinches of food, pungent, but
out, way out,
away from the house
untouched except by ants and flies
I kept at it
nightly watching the waves of dark
lap and twist
around a form denser
My imagination grew strong waiting, cast
like a fine net into shadows
sunken from view
I, outside or within
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