Chaff
How do we grow like
wheat at the corner of a wall,
where the earth’s furrow meets the wall,
and the wall towers in worn mortared stone?
Always in the darkness
the hesitation. Always. And then
the glorious warmth of forgotten daylight,
but how did we grow at the corner of the wall?
You were beautiful
there, beside a chain-link wall.
When did the evening fade around your
shoulders to become this night’s precipitation?
How did we grow like
wheat at the corner of a wall,
where the earth’s furrow is itself a wall
and we are shadowed and as such remain?
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October 29th, 2005 at 1:55 pm