Kit Kelen #349 - sketch - one bird flew through

349

sketch

one bird flew through

(mothernotes)

dream things rot

as in a mirror

what do you forget first?

it's not a name or where you were

the tune stays with you longest

one slant of sun for an afternoon

I never forget a face

the dream you go to

it's a puddle

and music comes again for a first time

dust in the corners well known

what you've just done is the first to go

put in the fridge, put in the pantry

brief bliss and cling

as to the facts of time

I was all this blessed

see stuck now

never seen one of those before

now it's 5.30

Tuesday today

to dream is to swim

lift on the tide

as if there were a spell set free

I live at the end of the tune

where are you?

where did you put the thing then?

and how much love's lost looking?

live in an ache

joint deep

dream through

swim while you can

they say last years

are not worth sinking

ashes and dust

make up my Bible

tuck golden in the wheat wilt drought

the golden slopes

the golden plains

effective social studies

drown for the test tomorrow

it's trial by Arnotts' dunking

who is it becomes a poem?

a sovereign shining

turns in the air

catches the hospital light

those tiny fingers make their grab

all as if foretelling

now all storms are far

and paddle

as such a duck

which?

won't remember

to the bitter beyond

you'll remember first light

and how the dark folds in