Kerri Shying R # 335 - Lines tend to circles

Lines tend to circles

we left  off running after cures   stuck

together  on the mountain  track  I thought

someone had the map  at one point it was

me  though later we agreed while laughing

through a chorus of happy birthday  it

was not   the most feasible memory     the bunch

of fives I think is what we all expected out of life   then

this   it does let me wonder   did the Long March

have a moment   after the mountain passes  when the

dead had spiralled off crevasse   between that  steppe

and fitting the window frames  in the caves

at Yana’an   choosing which grey coat   shade and who

was the guy who had to take the notes        talked

walked      until there was nothing  in their socks 

 but skin

 across the bones

 of all their stories  

 picked up on the road

 

 left

 words  scattered 

 in the long grass 

 wind blown

 Bathurst burrs   the farmers friends   

 the schizo-affective disorders  

 now

 someone else’s tale