Kit Kelen #649 - the presents still unwrapped

649

the presents still unwrapped

up the country

tree and another

each is a soul

to rise

to burn

here is a remedy of tunes

here's the chord before it catches

a moon not yet up

all the dark sings

not winter

but rain to play

behold!

the moss along

the lichen up

all feathers to the mulberry

am I the heartbeat heard?

even the land was bought

some days too much of it

and we're possessed

guns for fear

am I barefoot in it?

someone is listening

the dozy shed with its digging

how many rifles the cupboard?

somebody knows what it is we want

indoors is all this far and thus

books! of more than there is

bring me my quiverful of fences

gold

and even sun's sunk

mourn for all I've eaten

mourn for all those I've yet to consume

collect my thoughts

o'erbrim the page

such centuries of me

as made the rose

as modified the loaf

all dying in this live-forever

too many skeletons scribbled down here

and too much dinner

should I bring that up?

imagine the work is let to breathe

passion consuming too

humble the home

with weather

more stars than ever you could name

and planeted, best part

I'm all collected here

more than there are numbers

all past cloud

over leaf

and all so far as known

it's as when you've dreamt too much

it all spins

when you'd like it still

you want to tug the ribbon

see what you've been given

too much roof

for this one sky

too many toys to play with

the presents are still unwrapped

the frogs of all night telling

enough to deafen a snake

how long is our Christmas?

a piece of string

too many paths tangle

and lose ourselves to making them

one truth

and another

we come

do you suppose there's a place

where there's too much time?

the one who knows how I wish

they are an empire now

writing where the words have gone

and where they've gone

we are