is comparable to
the lit ferns of paradise i bid good well
and good nights
to hear the dim notes of heavenly songs
flutter through currant bushes as our veins
this pleasant evening of tangled vines.
My sky is a lover — the lover of my Soul:
brush strokes of communion and paints so bold.
The sky is an angel.
and my hand and mouth are so ignorant.
Have patience — no boredom please;
the ink well is full and obtuse.
:: 06.18.2020 ::