i fell drunk from the wagon
in thrall of a stained glass you
piercing flint storms calling
winter back into view
you should know, the fall
left me thorned flesh
for years now, i have been
prying septic wood at teeth
of all the beautiful goodbyes,
yours left waters unswept
by wind
2 responses to “waters unswept by wind”
Love the idea of the fall being an ongoing thing, you have to keep recovering from.
Occasionally you discover you never quite recover and just fall until it becomes flying. 🙂