Friday, September 29, 2017

Kit Kelen #636 - in frogloud spring



636
in frogloud spring

leafless
as at the beginning
piping, breeze borne
one twinkle up
and dark enough for rain too

I consecrate a deed of conscience
my life timed by the flow
by the carrying of water

may I consider whose land this was?

now the progression of chords through the garden

dusk frogs say
here I am to hunt, deaf snake
and I am many more

all green
all rise
like leaf

everywhere the thisness breathes
like cliché, true
but always everywhere before

as I, of the elsewhere, now find a self here

now the temperature drops into its slippers
so shortly we’re to dream

each of the other world
each one knows

I know you’ll meet me there

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