after saint gertrude's
the procession winds up
a narrow pall of a hill
where years seethe and sleep
and the grave-pit yawns.
we are gathered together.
nothing but pallid air
and hands sailing a casket
across swept autumn lawns.
our mouths
calmer than hymns.
the listing plinths
a crooked rank and file;
a sloping shoulder
down to the dusk valley,
a pause that blooms
as large as stone.
we stand here
and this is all there is.
mute shovel,
dumb row of earth.
a pleat of hands,
a crease of knees.
above, flocks wheel & return
alarmless
a great swim of sky
dimming swiftly
a canal filling
its arc of sallow blue
to the brim with dark.
breath pulls in slow like an oar.
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[hello all. so glad to be joining you.]
December 16 2001, 20:16:36 UTC 10 years ago
xo.
December 19 2001, 16:16:20 UTC 10 years ago
December 20 2001, 01:10:41 UTC 10 years ago
give it time, give it time
thank you, im very flattered...and no, i dont think youre stalking me (yet).
December 20 2001, 02:03:25 UTC 10 years ago
Re: give it time, give it time
ooh...and the comment thread is so aptly named! *gryn*