DISCORDANT NOISE

IF we run into that sun
(we)should we see all things
brighter-clear and taller
to-day, remember?
The strawberry moment;
and fields of red luscious
berries when we held hands
with a squawk above piercing
hearts–the hawk’s keen eye
watched us growing in love
i remember how the night came
as a soft silk blanket ;it’s
hushed feelings sang, ‘eternal’
then a noisy dawn that brought
scars where vessels ought naught
be tied to rotting docks
And i remember that king of air
speaking without his crown:
SQUAWK! harbinger of discordant
noise like my love-life

:: 08-01-2015 ::