Saturday, May 14, 2011

Thirst Quenched

I don't trust my memories of basking
in the softness of your ray.
Reason and patchwork
have no place in a race
to remember chartreuse wings
that coloured the garden
last summer. It is May now. the things I write about your death....
....your eyes, blue and strange....
....your cackle contralto......
.... the hymns, the syllabic sigh.....

One day I sobbed from sunrise to sunset.
Water parched, my dreams that night were
a kaleidoscope...from nowhere,
A hand! bursting from a funeral booklet.
A wake and bawl, thirst quenched.



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Greetings from Santa Marta, Colombia

Jaquanda Rae said...

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