Tuesday, July 12, 2016

In Green Relief


you need to step


         (leaves still,

          knuckled in prayer)


and notice

          the flutter.


Its buttermilk wings

skim your feet

as if to absolve

any pain.


A wash

that evaporates

into wind

          yet lingers


(like taste or scent)


as you turn

to hear a door shut.


Stay there

and remember

you're not locked out


but just beginning

to enter.



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