Tuesday, February 15, 2022

Dead Sea scroll

How ridiculous these stubborn buds

boring through the barebones 

limbs that drowse and sway,

chill winds and deific sun 

chattering away, the dull deliberate 

badinage hammering hard at 

this day’s brave facade. So it

goes along as it comes, detail to detail

the memory is marched to the top, 

this lived on died on hill, mingling 

the lifelong and the tossed aside,

your name still an exclamation—

thunder and fire and love 

busting down the gates. My name

whirlwinds and dust devils,

a burden for the broom,

an exhalation of this obdurate absence.

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