Thursday, December 27, 2018

Kit Kelen #1091 - in among the days of it


1092
in among the days of it

webbed in the paths of timber
wind fallen

moonless till the morning

wrapped unwrapped returned redeemed
an infinite number of days until

love in our laps and spread

struck with a so sudden star
   gift-wise
in all these nothing Sundays, months

still sugar-hit
still soaked

Christmas is always elsewhere minded

dream snow
and pray for a breeze

I hear them

summer – vast acreage of song

let's altogether in our rounds

so many larded deaths to line
as tar of the boiling road expand
we
filled with the spirit
if faithless
still float

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