the azaleas spoke but only god
could hear them
you ached for a lasting warmth to lay
in
you understood
lots of things:
how to unearth a fossil in a hotbed: that time of the cow's rib, the saber tooth,
the mandible: one bone every two to ten minutes: the luck
how to unearth a fossil in a hotbed: that time of the cow's rib, the saber tooth,
the mandible: one bone every two to ten minutes: the luck
the sorrowful bees, the honey that oozed like molasses (from the troubled hive
where we met-- veiled-- your velvet
voice a balm)
the sacredness of vowel sounds,
drawn out from the mouth to god in hymns of
why?
& yet the azaleas so early to
bloom, spoke and didn't compare
themselves to the dandelions to the
roses to anything & you understood, again
how like girls they are blooming tall &bright, even in Spring's early, harsh cold
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