SHADES OF GREEN for
Dylan Thomas empty wine bottle candle holder fills with remnants of un-burned wax replacing conversations a steady flame of no sustenance she runs her finger through fast -- then -- slow "Stay too long," the candle replies, "if
you -- are looking -- for pain."
Dylan with his green sap flowing trembles green fragility transforms his own walking wounds veritable energy - keys flashing a river gushing forth carrying branches and stones that
would delay on some unchosen shore
finding the quiet space of her little child she remembers hand holding 5 year old Butch's waiting for the school bus she felt missed, and loved to
young to go herself
hands squeeze to give themselves comfort hands hold, walking with another hands fold in front of lips hands
fold in front of heart
she remembers another's hands wide hands held in nonviolence clean nails of respect thick hands of using tools
of consciousness
hands with fingers splayed then interlocking hand on hand to hold one's thoughts and feelings hands
hold balance in the turning turning
she thinks of him and holds herself and sways a bluer light flashes in the evening sky then climbs south
by east and out of sight
tips of fingers make tiny circles on letters keyboard isometric exercising tiny circles moving left then right together
and opposite
from the galaxy he asks, "Whose turn is it to bring the roses, whose
to bring the bread?"
rolling a bugler cigarette she remembers counting only two stray thoughts of "I wish He didn't..." sifting
through her own "I wish I didn't..."
he begs forgiveness in departure she understands these times they are tugging pulling having dulled so many senses form
of direction requires understanding
she dreams of a bear doing a water ballet with her pure
joy of body alive -- pulsing
holding a humming bird in the palm of one's hand is the candle light one does not crush dares
not crush
hands hold head too heavy now rustling tobacco paper, idle computer humming it is the green sap rising urgently seeking home
- Summer
Music
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