Thursday, April 21, 2011

The heart need only be spread
to be seen; a sleeve worn openly

on limbs, flung wide --
yet the body has much to hide;

depths within depths expand, slipped
through with knots, rough guides

leading foreign hands over lands
of soft earth, as though waters were drawn

up from roots in the ground
to dampen our sleeping fields.

1 comment:

Tim Shey said...

"... to dampen our sleeping fields."

You have some beautiful phrases here.


I just had a poem published by that you might like to read.

"Goodbye, Las Vegas"