a leaf has come to the door
so bend the ear to whence we
reinvented ourselves through
curlicues of air,
Did you exist in God’s mind from the beginning?
Persisting as light that shined from the beginning?
Your initial lines still as unreadable,
Final lines just as your self,
How your words had gradually
Into your overwhelming sense of
Shame, sorrow, and fire.
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Umbrellas and pity passed me by
as water from heaven
fell onto pop cans and whiskey bottles
thrown on the grass and sidewalk.
When the cascade was revealed
its babble was replaced by
the allegations of cotinga birds
and the pleas of tamarin monkeys.
you’ve fed yourself to River
gnawed everything you are not.