long-necked
roses
like fists of light
the
thorn hedge
sparking off ideas in all directions
tireless and dogmatic
arrives
the chord
gold unravelling at wave's peak
vast strumming of roots
arrives
indrawn sky
dandelions tend to
cherry tree bursts from earth a dark
splash flecked with blossom
arrives
the mulberry's bony hand
the mulberry's window
the mulberry's shower of seahorses
green gems
rough hearts
harmless irresistible slipstream arrives
silk sunheavy tide
stalks pry into the gripping air
as
if out of a furnace
your edges white hot
I am eyes for this
what we will tell each other
shouting down the garden that no one understands
how to voice
the garden's rocketfire focus
of
you of
you emerging
a
sea the birds dive into
bending flowernotes
flattening the music's wet stalks
I
am nowhere else
I am only here
your ship of light folded into my memory
all this can be seen
is not
pink grass path
orange forks and fuses and molten hooded bodies
emerge from the glass docks
this was before this was
always
a language our hands soak in
you walk touching grassheads
lit again and again by speechless falling
the earth offers paths
then new paths
spring's thousand templates
like ice dissolving on our tongues
from
letter from home by keith jafrate
