Kit Kelen #683 - dry well

683

dry well

this was never desert

mud was

now the rope is rust

thirst is everywhere

cast for a spell

all of the acres

have run into miles

tracks run clear of hoof

past ripe

past rot

an eye to close

sees all

what was green

grey, now dust

and bake

think of a ghost

and home

death is the story telling

only the sun keeps yellow

down where the circus was spent

where the ladder came kindling

where the moon was a puddle last

be blank before

a

head

heart

soul

-first

dive

leafless beside

the tree

still pointing

up