Kit Kelen #696 - a stitch from time

696

a stitch from time

in a fine mist falling

through first light

you won't make out a name

some certain stars

just now retired

no one will care

how we guessed each

said how far

gave puppy names

look up or out

a forest finds me

first by web

all indoors

falls to dust

later bitten

come, young bug

everything inhabited!

we can be no exception

and how many greens make day here?

it's not the kind of thing we count

trick a way into the trees

a fan of feather leads

it glistens

will we glisten too?

it's hand over fist

world wants

of us

we stop that at the gate

with habits of another place

and later begin

by falling down

a lazy veranda

leans to the all-day

afternoon

take a rise out of this sun

then you'll become the breeze

that blows

where my remains

are found