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Your Name, Forgotten (Poem)
the wind knew what I would not
whispered it through the trees
and they remembered it also
made it shine like gold on every leaf
weighing so heavy with unspoken love
felling each one by one
a foliaged pool spilled across the coal dust
the dry rustle as I walked
the brilliant glint that caught the sun
these poured recall to my cracked broken heart
I knelt in the trail and cried
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The Wild Cherry (Poem)
the wild cherry lies half hidden beneath a scaled root
an ancient finger reaching in gnarled arboreal hunger
it fell ripened red with a side of yellow but would sour the tongue
though the oak might seek that tang as a bracing relief
from the sweetness of rotting things
the land beyond the fence belongs to untamed plants and feral creatures
and all that reach whatever end moulder there
leaves joining fur and bones in the fecund of decay
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The Return (Poem)
so many times she said I died,
then I’d take a breath and live.
again. until the next time.
years later I saw her.
for me it was as if for the first time,
yet she gazed at me and smiled,
“I would know you anywhere.”
when I left, she held my face in her hands,
her touch a gentle fierce love.
then I remembered.
and I know why I returned.
