Saturday, November 3, 2018

The Forest Found Me

It was raining of course but the woods found me
anyway when I was inside and dry staring at linoleum tiles
their white chalky spaces littered with fir needles
pieces of incense cedar and alder leaves tracked in
wet and clingy

Now they are dry and easy to move
part of my heart is swept up with them
while another part looks in from outside
in the dark rain through the lit windows

I am on fire with the thought of you
with all these dry starts
I could go on burning forever
even in this haunted mansion
under the dead moon
so lit up
your face
my keys your keys
jingling

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