Kit Kelen #898 - cancel the miracles for this

898

cancel the miracles for this

having left

come home

night makes my day

I dream the place up there

never twice the same

I like to live the outskirts

I like to fray a hem

call kindling down

from winter trees

I like to lead it through

hang around for breakfast fruit

a stroll-through dew

and you, as fleshly, somewhere furred

with lungs like mine

from standing stars

with rose nose

and by pumpkin patched

op shop clad

eyes half close

solstice to solstice

you're here

and I love that

far from all is nearer to

when I was in the night to dream

it's in the all-resounding

hours come to me full and go

where I like to be

on such days as sky comes blue

lost in these far reaches

it's always looking up like this

or we could just say heaven