Kit Kelen #104 - signature

104

signature

in every case

I make

a canvas corner

it's for beginning

and to end

must be me

between

tucked

like a vine

tendril up

for curlicue

or in the fall of leaves

a scatter

lifting a leg I do

by ink

or paint

or other means

in fire long since

and rake the ashes

just my way

in paths of scythe, machete

sign

crop my own circles

the road itself by which I came

a rainbow

for a cul-de-sac

it's in the blood

a welling

not least the eye

an instance

observe the arc of flight

or truth be told

deep in the cell

in DNA

(a kind of house arrest

you won't notice)

palms frond

supposing a star

must be known

by its way

through whose heavens

in love

or any clinch

the wandering off of tunes

belongs

best let it all grow

in at last

everything that I allow

becomes itself

a kind of sign

that I was here

and now I'm not

I cook

break bread

befriend

I laugh

come to

and from

my griefs

curl into bed at last

assume sleep's shape

my own