Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Kit Kelen #1204 - let the creatures come


1204
let the creatures come


no lure, exertion, call
there isn’t a siren song

no trap, no bribe, no tricks

let go ideas I own

and I won’t eat you up
not ever, not now

let them lap at
browse till wander

no alley to expect
no trumpet triumphs

nothing left for the reindeer
neither for Santa himself

and here I am in a dewclad firstness
dusty with the night still
dreamt so far

no hide, no special glasses, hat

still the open hand of a wish

stand in my socks to welcome them
St Francis so
and have their words to heart
to feather as we go
and all their griefs piled mine
decorous

all comers
any
none today

and here we have tomorrow if
come though a breeze
like my head

crawl out of what
drop down
buzz in

they rise from out of
words must fail
fog won’t see

here I am for
just about my business go

I trust the creatures come

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